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Idoli "Kenozoik" lírica

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Uzalud me budiš u pola šest
Nema nigde nikog i nemamo kud
Od onoga što vidim mi ponestaje dah
Ostaje da ostanemo gde smo sad

Čini mi se nešto te oduzima
Glasovi mi govore da si to ti
Pristajem da pogledam te prvi put
Tražim zbirku bobičavih škriljaca

Reci mi, kenozoik nije za tebe (4x)

Crvene sam povukao granice
Oči su se navikle na filmski mrak
Puštam sve da stoji još jedan čas
Mislio sam da je dobro biti par

Čini mi se oduvek sam bio glup
Glasovi mi govore Eta konjec
Želim da se odužim k'o spin dim
Vrlo lep je ovaj kraj koncentričan

Reci mi, kenozoik nije za tebe (4x)

Ti si stvorena za sve te stvari (4x)

Uzalud me budiš u pola šest
Nema nigde nikog i nemamo kud
Svetosavska blaga ruka kaže put
Avgustovsko plavo sunce pubes luks

Čini mi se nešto te oduzima
Glasovi mi govore da si to ti
Ovde je i rano jutro plameno
Sva ta govorancija, pa to je to

Reci mi, kenozoik nije za tebe (8x)

Ti si stvorena za sve te stvari...

You're waking me up at half past five in vain,
No one's around, there's nowhere to go,
Slowly losing my breath from what I'm seeing,
The only thing left to do is to remain where we are.

It seems to me, something's taking you away,
Voices are telling me that it's you,
I'm agreeing to look at you for the first time,
I'm looking for a collection of measly greenschists.

Tell me, cenozoic isn't for you (4x)

I drew the red borders,
The eyes got used to film darkness,
I'm letting everything stand still for another moment,
I thought it was good to be a couple.

It seems to me, I've always been dumb,
The voices are telling me: "Eto konyec",
I want to recline myself like spin smoke,
This concentric neighbourhood is very beautiful.

Tell me, cenozoic isn't for you (4x)

You were made for all those things (4x)

You're waking me up at half past five in vain,
No one's around, there's nowhere to go,
Saint Sava's gentle hand shows the way,
The blue Sun of August pubes lux.

It seems to me, something's taking you away,
Voices are telling me that it's you,
Even the early morning is in flames here,
All that chit-chat, so that is it.

Tell me, cenozoic isn't for you (8x)

You were made for all those things...