6.00 i jutro me umivaslusam prve vijesti sa radijaiza mene noc bez snaispred zuta svjetla taksijai proviruje dan e da znam da si budna
6.00 i tramvajske guzvene citam novine sivo tuznesve sto dnevna je politikaona bi jutro kvarilaa ceka me dan e da znam da si budna
Hej zvao bisrce glas da cuje ti
6.00 i kisa se umaradok cigareta izdaje posljednjakod mene i dalje sve u kontri jea narednih sto ljeta cu drugacijevec imam plan e da znam da si budna
6 A.M. and the morning is washing my faceI listen to the first radio newsI left behind a sleepless nightand yellow cab lights are waiting for meand the day is peeking throughOh, if I knew whether you are awake...
6 A.M. and the tram jamsI don't read the gray - sad newspaperseverything that is everyday politicswould spoil my morningand the day is waiting for meOh, if I knew whether you are awake
Hey, I would call youso your heart would hear the voice
6 A.M. and the rain is making my tiredwhile the last cigarette is betraying mehere with me everything is still contrarybut the next hundred years will be differentI already have a plan...
Oh, if I knew whether you are awake