they were always so innocent
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those black eyes of yours
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as if it would never pass
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love games they don't see
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and will never be able to
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until only fear remains
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did you really think
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that it's all a game
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what I am because of you alone
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and what are you going to do now
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when you reached the wall
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and there is no pigeon at home to caress you
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heavy rains are being prepared
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through your window
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only apple trees saw
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lightning flashes over the city
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IN VAIN ASK YOU WHO'S GOING
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IN VAIN ASK YOU WHO'S GOING
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fools in the mountains
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pustahije through the gates
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the old guards yawn
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through your window
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only apple trees saw
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distant boys sing
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IN VAIN ASK YOU WHO'S GOING
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fools in the mountains
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pustahije through the gates
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turn everything off
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and be cheerful
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because love is
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for us it has just begun
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concert version
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How many times have you watched it
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The young boys were returning from the square
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And everyone wanted a kiss to be
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He can
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The first would be too harsh
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And there would be too many wounds on the other
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Not one to your haughty heart
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Drag is not
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Heavy rains are being prepared
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Just through your window
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The apple trees saw
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Lightning flashes over the city
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You ask in vain who is going
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You ask in vain who is going
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The light on your window often
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It fades before the first rays of the day
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When there is no one outside
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He's peeping
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The bed is hard and the night is long
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Let's see what time is coming
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And there is no pigeon at home to caress you
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The old guards are yawning
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Only apple trees can be seen through your window
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Distant boys sing
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You ask in vain who is going
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You ask in vain who is going
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Fools
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In the mountains
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Pustahije
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Through the gates
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Turn everything off
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And be cheerful
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Because love is
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It has just begun for us |