Kusturica

Kusturica

With or against my will
We're running through the sea
With bare feet through the sky
Walls, signs, grey fences
They're all small things, screw them
With a moist kiss
We paint lightning
And try to catch out breath while running
Storm-like thugs,
Bug-like people,
Screw it, screw it

Today,
After Kusturica's movie
You're walking barefoot through the streets.
And if no one catches a cold,
Everything is possible.

And like a wet dog,
You're walking barefoot through the streets.
And if no one cathches a cold,
Everything is...

And for the whole week
It is pouring rain
Over the shadows but screw it
It is pouring silence
We're going crazy,
Maybe

We're gonna smoke
This summer only
Non-stop and on the go
We're skipping through the puddles
And we don't need anyone
Screw it all, screw it, screw it

Today,
After Kusturica's movie
You're walking barefoot through the streets.
And if no one catches a cold,
Everything is possible.

And like a wet dog,
You're walking barefoot through the streets.
And if no one cathches a cold,
Everything is...