U glavi mi se muti, svetla i svi ti ljudisve se cini da sam u masini.Od svih gradova i kula, posle tebe svi su nulaNiko nije ti ni prineti.
I bez pica vec sam luda, ne treba mi trista cudaSamoj sebi neprijatelj prvi.U toj prici svi su isti, a ti si na mojoj listiOnaj koji srcu ledja cuva.
Jos me bolis ko otrov, moji zivci sve su tanjiPosle tebe moj fitilj za dva je broja manjiJos me bolis do kosti, gde se gasi ovo stanje?S tobom sve mi prija cak i ova nasa agonija.
It's blurry in my head, lights and all that peopleevery seems to be in the machine.In all the cities and towers, everybody after you are "zero" (nothing)No one is even closely like you.
I'm crazy even without a drink, I do not need "three hundred" miracles(I am) the first enemy to myself.In that story everybody are the same, and you're on my listThe one who "keeps the hearts back" (guardian).
You still heart me as a poison, my nerves are getting thinnerAfter you, my wick is two numbers smallerYou still heart to the bone, where this condition can be turned off?With you,even this our agony feels good.