Because of everything that we wanted the most beautiful
want with me last night that you go.
Ma worlds were black, white il, ma
roads were cold, il hot, do not complain
if sveneš.
I want to hold my hand,
not afraid of wind and darkness,
dormant and when the rain beat
as fragile, just as strong.
with me I want to sviješ,
my steps to catch, so
with me the pain and laughter, to drink
and do not want to return.
Do with me under the dark sky
find piece of white bread,
find a piece of hot sun,
find a piece of mature life.
Il crkneš, if you go west to
because of what we like best.
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