The day is over, I am slowly falling asleep
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The dream easily accepts me with the help of lexaurin…
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The subconscious mind works, thoughts come into play
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I dream of color, a suit on me…
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A smile on my face, bills paid in my hand
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Me in the new apartment, my fridges are full
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The woman doesn't complain, she's wearing a new jacket
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A new scent on her, a whole iris in her room…
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My car is even bigger, and my head is a little smaller
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I have no fears, problems, full of self-confidence…
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I’m finally real, I can relax
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From album sales, I can afford everything…
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Buy a new T-shirt and pay for the driver's license
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Get a car and a dog that loves balat…
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That Bernardine, take pictures of him and his healthy kid
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And small, small same me…
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For real football, on the back of the 10-ka
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He is on the bench, his daughter from Madonna…
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And her mother, the old woman, is constantly measuring me
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And I resist, you know I keep my distance…
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Suddenly I dream of who I am in the boat
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Who I fish, and the Sava wind blows me…
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Suddenly I jump into the Sava and become a fish
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I become a catfish and swim lightly on the Sava bottom…
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And at the bottom fired shells, bombs and projectiles
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Dead guys and killed civilians at the bottom…
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At the bottom of the Sava is every trauma from the war
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I'm running to the surface, but it's hard to get out of the living mud…
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I jump out of the water and become a seagull
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I fly over Brčko, and below me I see Zagreb…
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Below me are flowers, it smells, the children pick it
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They run through minefields, people yell at each other…
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They have lost faith, and I am losing wings
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I'm starting to fall but I'm being held by some force…
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I fall at the lotus feet and now I'm fine again
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I feel strong, I walk calmly without fear…
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I walk into the bookmaker, I hit every pair
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I collect all the money, in my dream I am emperor again…
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I share people hunting down the road, to have to eat
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I give money to a disabled person, I make a guide for the whole city…
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I'm having a party in the center, at a religious leader's party
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Presidents and governments, so what do they want here…
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I erase them from sleep, a stage is set up
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On stage, elvis, davorin and I, each in his hand por
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We sing the tide of the index, we eat kebabs
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All three as rappers, those crooked hats…
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I jump off the stage and fall for a long time, waking up, sweating
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And I suddenly forget the whole dream…
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A new day is ahead of me, new stresses are here
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Maybe I will remember the details, when I have a deja vu…
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We fall slowly
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I'm losing ground, but I'm not touching the bottom…
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We float like smoke
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Me and you carried on the wings of utopia
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We dream of having
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Some better options
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How good it is
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How good it is
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How good it is
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How good it is
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Both on the mother and on the bar
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We are glad to be seen
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If? |
so i edo maajka
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And my product
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And there are some more
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And bizo and also the legend of mirza
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Rokaj! |