by Đorđe Balašević
They told me that it came from the province,
packing suitcase of dreams and ambitions.
My friend studied with her,
so we finally met her and me.
I realized,..oh my God, ...this constellation for her is province.
Heart stood still as a child that struggles,
We were looking for us in our previous lives.
I have forsaken all behind,
Misconceptions, memories that presses me.
simply, easily, like a meaningless port.
Oh, If just ... I fall in love
Again I will took the eternal boy costume.
And again, I figured out how to waste a time
until she lands along the november corridor.
Proud versus irony and intrigue last.
A lone seagull above the sea of mediocre.
Words will destroy all.
She just squeezed past me, silently.
Themselves,on their own,two refugees from meaninglessness.
Oh, If Im able to fall in love once agian..
Again I watched the series as a jetty down the track.
Again I would knew to dwell in clouds
and I just waited for her, not any other.
Write me a song, cuddles. I did not know if I know how.
Close your eyes.
But there are some of us untranslatable depth
There are some things in us untranslatable into words, I do not know ...
Wrote a song, she prayed, and I didnt know could I do it.
I loved her so easy, and so hard I demosntrate that to her.
And then, suddenly, scheduled youth on her back,
showed me that the stars should be looked ...
And so, there's your song, crazy one ...
Edited by the L, 28 October 2012 - 07:10 PM.