| Pod mojon provon olujno je more
| Under my provon is a stormy sea
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| A nigdi svitla da mi snage da
| And nowhere light to give me strength to
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| Sva jidra spustan, zasto da se bore
| All sails down, why fight
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| Od jubavi san dusa ranjena
| From love the dream of a wounded soul
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| I nec"u nazad, nek me vitar nosi
| And don't go back, let the wind carry me
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| Jer nisan za te moga zivit ja
| Because I can't live for you
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| Kad bog me primi, kad me pita ko si
| When God receives me, when he asks me who you are
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| Od jubavi san dusa ranjena
| From love the dream of a wounded soul
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| Kad jednom bude kasno za sve rici
| Once it's too late for all the words
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| Jer nije jubav rana ca se lici
| Because love is not a wound that looks like
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| Kad tilo drc"e ka da vitar puse
| Kad tilo drc "e ka da vitar puse
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| Ti dodji meni, ti dodji meni
| You come to me, you come to me
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| Da ti skinen kriz sa duse
| To take the crisis off your soul
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| I sve san daje, sve je veca tama
| And the dream gives everything, the darkness grows bigger
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| I ne znan vise kako san se zva
| And I don't know what the dream is called anymore
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| Jer samo pantin to ca ne bi tija
| Because only pantin wouldn't do that
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| Od jubavi san dusa ranjena | From love the dream of a wounded soul |