Tvoje će korake izbrisati kiša...
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms...
Sakrij svoj osmjeh, ruke, oči, lice, kosu, pogled... da ne gledam ono što nije moje...
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men...
Ne gledaj me, tvoj me prazan pogled boli...
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for...
Pratim te pogledom sve dok se ne pretvoriš u siluetu i odeš u najtamnije kutke mojih misli...
I hope you’re doing fine out there without me
‘Cause I’m not doing so good without you...
