| Dosta sam dugo šarao svijetom
| I've been wandering the world for a long time
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| Samoću liječio kvantitetom
| He treated loneliness with quantity
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| Na putu sreo ljude, ranjene i lude
| On the way he met people, wounded and crazy
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| I više put' opečene
| And repeatedly burnt
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| I u strahu nedorečene
| And in fear unsaid
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| Zato ne jebem više jeftini clichè
| So I don't fuck cheap clichè anymore
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| Da se samo o onoj pravoj piše
| To write only about the real thing
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| Pa zar nijedna pjesma, nijedan stih
| So is there no song, no verse
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| Za onih milijun pogrešnih koje su bile tu Kad nisam imao nju
| For those million wrong people who were there When I didn't have her
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| Kad sam vikendom staj’o na rubu
| When I stood on the edge on the weekends
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| I kad je nedjelja zjapila k’o crna rupa
| And when Sunday gaped like a black hole
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| Meni su neprave pružile ruku
| The wrong ones gave me a hand
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| I poljupcima odvukle do jutra
| And kisses dragged on until morning
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| Nisu bile glupe, vjeruj mi Svaka je znala
| They weren't stupid, trust me Everyone knew
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| Kad nema velike ljubavi
| When there is no great love
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| Dovoljna je i mala
| It is enough and small
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| Nisu bile glupe, vjeruj mi Svaka je znala
| They weren't stupid, trust me Everyone knew
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| Da šutnja je zlato i da riječi se troše
| That silence is gold and that words are wasted
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| Možda to nije to ali nije ni loše
| Maybe that's not it, but it's not bad either
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| Kad nema velike ljubavi
| When there is no great love
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| Dovoljna je i mala! | She's small enough! |