Unwritten
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefinedI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the linesWe've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwrittenThe rest is still unwrittenThe rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
Agrafa (Άγραφα)
Είμαι άγραφη, δεν μπορείς να διαβάσεις το μυαλό μου, είμαι απροσδιόριστηΜόλις ξεκίνησα, το στυλό στο χέρι μουΆγνωστο τέλος
Κοιτάζοντας την άσπρη σελίδα μπροστά σουΆνοιξε το βρώμικο παράθυρο μπροστάΆσε τον ήλιο να φωτίσει τις λέξεις που δεν μπορείς να βρεις
Φτάνοντας κάτι μακριάΤόσο κοντά που μπορείς να το γευτείςΑπελευθέρωσε τις αναστολές σουΝιώσε τη βροχή στο δέρμα σουΚανείς δεν μπορεί να το νιώσει για σέναΜόνο εσύ μπορείς να τον αφήσεις να μπειΜόνο εσύΜπορείς να πεις αυτά τα λόγιαΒουτήξου στα ανείπωτα λόγιαΖήσε με ανοιχτές αγκάλεςΣήμερα ξεκινά το βιβλίο σουΌλα τα υπόλοιπα είναι ακόμη άγραφα
Ω ω ω
Σπάω την παράδοση, οι προσπάθειες μου ξεπερνούν τα όριαΕίμαστε προγραμματισμένοι για να μην κάνουμε λάθη, αλλά δεν μπορώ να ζήσω έτσι
Κοιτάζοντας την άσπρη σελίδα μπροστά σουΆνοιξε το βρώμικο παράθυρο μπροστάΆσε τον ήλιο να φωτίσει τις λέξεις που δεν μπορείς να βρεις
Φτάνοντας κάτι μακριάΤόσο κοντά που μπορείς να το γευτείςΑπελευθέρωσε τις αναστολές σουΝιώσε τη βροχή στο δέρμα σουΚανείς δεν μπορεί να το νιώσει για σέναΜόνο εσύ μπορείς να τον αφήσεις να μπειΜόνο εσύΜπορείς να πεις αυτά τα λόγιαΒουτήξου στα ανείπωτα λόγιαΖήσε με ανοιχτές αγκάλεςΣήμερα ξεκινά το βιβλίο σουΌλα τα υπόλοιπα είναι ακόμη άγραφα
Νιώσε τη βροχή στο δέρμα σουΚανείς δεν μπορεί να το νιώσει για σέναΜόνο εσύ μπορείς να τον αφήσεις να μπειΜόνο εσύΜπορείς να πεις αυτά τα λόγιαΒουτήξου στα ανείπωτα λόγιαΖήσε με ανοιχτές αγκάλεςΣήμερα ξεκινά το βιβλίο σου
Κοιτάζοντας την άσπρη σελίδα μπροστά σουΆνοιξε το βρώμικο παράθυρο μπροστάΆσε τον ήλιο να φωτίσει τις λέξεις που δεν μπορείς να βρεις
Φτάνοντας κάτι μακριάΤόσο κοντά που μπορείς να το γευτείςΑπελευθέρωσε τις αναστολές σουΝιώσε τη βροχή στο δέρμα σουΚανείς δεν μπορεί να το νιώσει για σέναΜόνο εσύ μπορείς να τον αφήσεις να μπειΜόνο εσύΜπορείς να πεις αυτά τα λόγιαΒουτήξου στα ανείπωτα λόγιαΖήσε με ανοιχτές αγκάλεςΣήμερα ξεκινά το βιβλίο σουΌλα τα υπόλοιπα είναι ακόμη άγραφα
Νιώσε τη βροχή στο δέρμα σουΚανείς δεν μπορεί να το νιώσει για σέναΜόνο εσύ μπορείς να τον αφήσεις να μπειΜόνο εσύΜπορείς να πεις αυτά τα λόγιαΒουτήξου στα ανείπωτα λόγιαΖήσε με ανοιχτές αγκάλεςΣήμερα ξεκινά το βιβλίο σου
Nisam napisana
Nisam napisana, ne mogu si čitati misli, nisam definiranaTek počinjem, olovka mi je u ruci, završava neplanirano
Buljiš u praznu stranicu prije negoOtvoriš prljavi prozorPusti da sunce osvijetli riječi koje nisi mogla pronaći
Posežeš za nečem u daljiniTako si blizu da ga skoro možeš okusitiOtpusti kočniceOsjeti kišu na svojoj kožiNitko je ne može osjetiti umjesto tebeSamo je ti možeš pustiti unutraNitko drugi, nitko drugiNe može izgovarati riječi na tvojim usnamaNatopi se neizgovorenim riječimaŽivi život raširenih rukuTvoja knjiga počinje danasOstatak još nije napisan
Oh, oh, oh
Rušim tradiciju, ponekad su moji pokušaji izvan granicaPostavljen nam je uvjet da ne radimo pogreške, ali ja ne mogu tako živjeti
Buljiš u praznu stranicu prije negoOtvoriš prljavi prozorPusti da sunce osvijetli riječi koje nisi mogla pronaći
Posežeš za nečem u daljiniTako si blizu da ga skoro možeš okusitiOtpusti kočniceOsjeti kišu na svojoj kožiNitko je ne može osjetiti umjesto tebeSamo je ti možeš pustiti unutraNitko drugi, nitko drugiNe može izgovarati riječi na tvojim usnamaNatopi se neizgovorenim riječimaŽivi život raširenih rukuTvoja knjiga počinje danas
Osjeti kišu na svojoj kožiNitko je ne može osjetiti umjesto tebeSamo je ti možeš pustiti unutraNitko drugi, nitko drugiNe može izgovarati riječi na tvojim usnamaNatopi se neizgovorenim riječimaŽivi život raširenih rukuTvoja knjiga počinje danasOstatak još nije napisan
Buljiš u praznu stranicu prije negoOtvoriš prljavi prozorPusti da sunce osvijetli riječi koje nisi mogla pronaći
Posežeš za nečem u daljiniTako si blizu da ga skoro možeš okusitiOtpusti kočniceOsjeti kišu na svojoj kožiNitko je ne može osjetiti umjesto tebeSamo je ti možeš pustiti unutraNitko drugi, nitko drugiNe može izgovarati riječi na tvojim usnamaNatopi se neizgovorenim riječimaŽivi život raširenih rukuTvoja knjiga počinje danas
Osjeti kišu na svojoj kožiNitko je ne može osjetiti umjesto tebeSamo je ti možeš pustiti unutraNitko drugi, nitko drugiNe može izgovarati riječi na tvojim usnamaNatopi se neizgovorenim riječimaŽivi život raširenih rukuTvoja knjiga počinje danasOstatak još nije napisanOstatak još nije napisanOstatak još nije napisan
O da, o da
Nescrisă
Sunt nescrisă, nu-mi pot citi mintea, sunt nedefinităDe-abia încep, stiloul e în mâna mea, sfârşitul neplanificat
Uitându-mă la pagina albă dinaintea taDeschid fereastra murdarăLas soarele să lumineze cuvintele pe care tu nu le puteai găsi
Ajungând la ceva din depărtareAtât de aproape încât o poţi gustaEliberează-ţi inhibiţiileSimte ploaia pe pielea taNimeni n-o poate simţi pentru tineNumai tu o poţi lăsa înăuntruNimeni, nimeniPoate spune cuvintele cu gura taAruncă-te în cuvinte nespuseTrăieşte-ţi viaţa cu braţele larg deschiseAstăzi este unde cartea ta începeRestul este încă nescris
Oh, oh, oh
Rup tradiţia, uneori încercările mele, sunt în afara liniilorSuntem condiţionaţi să nu facem greşeli, dar nu pot trăi aşa
Uitându-mă la pagina albă dinaintea taDeschid fereastra murdarăLas soarele să lumineze cuvintele pe care tu nu le puteai găsi
Ajungând la ceva din depărtareAtât de aproape încât o poţi gustaEliberează-ţi inhibiţiileSimte ploaia pe pielea taNimeni n-o poate simţi pentru tineNumai tu o poţi lăsa înăuntruNimeni, nimeniPoate spune cuvintele cu gura taAruncă-te în cuvinte nespuseTrăieşte-ţi viaţa cu braţele larg deschiseAstăzi este unde cartea ta începe
Simte ploaia pe pielea taNimeni n-o poate simţi pentru tineNumai tu o poţi lăsa înăuntruNimeni, nimeniPoate spune cuvintele cu gura taAruncă-te în cuvinte nespuseTrăieşte-ţi viaţa cu braţele larg deschiseAstăzi este unde cartea ta începeRestul este încă nescris
Uitându-mă la pagina albă dinaintea taDeschid fereastra murdarăLas soarele să lumineze cuvintele pe care tu nu le puteai găsi
Ajungând la ceva din depărtareAtât de aproape încât o poţi gustaEliberează-ţi inhibiţiileSimte ploaia pe pielea taNimeni n-o poate simţi pentru tineNumai tu o poţi lăsa înăuntruNimeni, nimeniPoate spune cuvintele cu gura taAruncă-te în cuvinte nespuseTrăieşte-ţi viaţa cu braţele larg deschiseAstăzi este unde cartea ta începe
Simte ploaia pe pielea taNimeni n-o poate simţi pentru tineNumai tu o poţi lăsa înăuntruNimeni, nimeniPoate spune cuvintele cu gura taAruncă-te în cuvinte nespuseTrăieşte-ţi viaţa cu braţele larg deschiseAstăzi este unde cartea ta începeRestul este încă nescris,Restul este încă nescris,Restul este încă nescris,
Oh, da, da...