Mutely
Nemo
Moje se mene ne dotice
Zalosti blazenstva nade
Mozda je sad svet u ocima
Mozda me drugacijim
drugi grade
Klawam se i zedan osvicem
Uspomene zeljne da se voze
Mesec je hladan ko ruzica
Mesec je trn koji me
nocas bode
Izgleda opet da me nema
Mirisi, tamjan i metlica
Zalosti blazenstva nade
Mozda je sad svet u rukama
Mozda me drugacijim
drugi grade
Klanjam se i zedan osvicem
Uspomene zeljne da se voze
Mesec je hladan ko ruzica
Mesec je trn koji me
nocas bode
Nebesa pevaju o Slavi
Mutely
Mine it doesn't concern me
Of grief of bliss of hope
Maybe now the world is in (its) eyes
Maybe differently
others are building me
I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*
Memories are eager(craving) to ride
Moon is cold as a rosebud
Moon is the thorn that's
stinging me tonight
It looks like I'm gone again
Scents, incense and corn's tassel
Of grief of bliss of hope
Maybe now the world is in (its) hands
Maybe differently
others are building me
I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*
Memories are eager(craving) to ride
Moon is cold as a rosebud
Moon is the thorn that's
stinging me tonight
Heavens are singing about Glory
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