U tim gradskim pejzažimasvaka noć je staklenateturamo se po ulicamasa flašama u rukama
Anđeli nas nadlećusrca nam se spaljujuobmotana pesmamalica su nam pastelna
Ref.Sa nama pali sustakloduvači u bunilumonopol na alkoholknjiževni protokol
Izgleda da smomislili slobodnopišem nam rekvijemništa ne priznajem
Polusvet u polusnusvodovi me ljuljajusa razumom se raspadammrtav sam, a osećamda pa, da pa, da pada, pa štastakloduvački svodovi
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In those cities' landscapesevery night is glassyWe stagger across the streetswith bottles in our hands
Angels overflies usour hearts are burning upwrapped in the songsour faces are pastel
Ref.With us they fellglassblowers in deliriummonopoly on alcoholliterary protocol
It seems thatwe thought freelyI write to you requiemI don't know anything
Demimonde half asleepDomes are swaying meI fell apart with reasonI'm dead, but I'm feelingyes so, yes so, yes soyes, so whatglassblower's domes
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