dugo se klela da nije smjelada me zavoli, i da ostanerekla je nije to zubto mnogo jace zabolii ne prestaje
jos jedna jeseni stoti persen za lobanjumoju tvrdoglavubar da umjesto suzedunav potece, da mi ne znajudusmani ne znaju
lazu, lazu meda vrijeme lijeci svemozda sidu i tumoreal' nju nikad ne
jos jedna jeseni stoti persen za lobanjumoju tvrdoglavubar da umjesto suzedunav potece, da mi ne znajudusmani ne znaju
lazu, lazu meda vrijeme lijeci svemozda sidu i tumoreal' nju nikad ne
For a long time she swore she wasn't allowed to fall in love with meand to stayShe told me that it wasn't like a toothache, that this hurt so much moreand wouldn't stopAnother autumn, and the one hundredth headache pillthat stubborn oneIf only instead of tears the Dunav would overflow, so that mymy friends don't have to know....
They are lying, lying to methat time heals everythingperhaps AIDS and tumorsbut her never
just one more autumn, and the one hundredth headache pillmy stubborn headif only instead of my tearsthe (river) Danube would flow, so that they won't knowmy enemies won't know
They are lying, lying to methat time heals everythingperhaps AIDS and tumorsbut her never