What is that man doing here

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Soba u crvenom svijetlu, negdje na zidu sjene su dv'je,
neka tudja sad ruka, miluje ono sto sam ja prije,
tvoji svileni prsti klize, niz njegova ledja i vrat,
kod srca me steze, lagano busi, tako je crno u mojoj dusi.

Ref:
Sto ce taj covjek tu, da li da mrzim njega il' nju,
ko li je svemu kriv, ma neka je proklet sve dok je ziv,
Sto ce taj covjek tu, da li da mrzim njega il' nju,
ko li je svemu kriv, ma neka je proklet dok je ziv.

Od danas se prozori lede, muzika tijela i govora,
ubjedjujem sebe da sanjam, da tako biti bas ne mora,
tvoje napukle usne rade, po njegovoj kozi trag,
dok sve sive magle ovoga svijeta, zajedno samnom jure na prag.

Ref:
Sto ce taj covjek tu, da li da mrzim njega il' nju,
ko li je svemu kriv, ma neka je proklet sve dok je ziv,
Sto ce taj covjek tu, da li da mrzim njega il' nju,
ko li je svemu kriv, ma neka je proklet sve dok je ziv.

Od danas se prozori lede, muzika tijela i govora,
ubjedjujem sebe da sanjam, da tako biti bas ne mora,
tvoji svileni prsti klize, niz njegova ledja i vrat,
kod srca me steze, lagano busi, i tako je crno u mojoj dusi.

Ref:
Sto ce taj covjek tu, da li da mrzim njega il' nju,
ko li je svemu kriv, ma neka je proklet sve dok je ziv,
Sto ce taj covjek tu, da li da mrzim njega il' nju,
ko li je svemu kriv, ma neka je proklet sve dok je ziv.

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Inglese

What is that man doing here

A room in red light, two shadows are somewhere on the wall,
someone's hand now caresses what I used to,
your silky fingers glide down his back and neck,
it tightens me around heart, slowly drills, it is so black inside my soul.

Ref:
What is that man doing here, should I hate him or her,
Whose fault is all this, let him be cursed as long as he lives,
What is that man doing here, should I hate him or her,
Whose fault is all this, let him be cursed as long as he lives.

From today windows are getting iced, music of bodies and speech,
I'm convincing myself that I am dreaming, that it doesn't have to be like that,
your cracked lips make a trace on his skin,
while all grey fogs of this world, together with me are running on a doorstep.

Ref:
What is that man doing here, should I hate him or her,
Whose fault is all this, let him be cursed as long as he lives,
What is that man doing here, should I hate him or her,
Whose fault is all this, let him be cursed as long as he lives.

From today windows are getting iced, music of bodies and speech,
I'm convincing myself that I am dreaming, that it doesn't have to be like that,
your silky fingers glide down his back and neck,
it tightens me around my heart, slowly drills, it is so black inside my soul.

Ref:
What is that man doing here, should I hate him or her,
Whose fault is all this, let him be cursed as long as he lives,
What is that man doing here, should I hate him or her,
Whose fault is all this, let him be cursed as long as he lives.

Postato da milijana il Dom, 18/03/2012 - 16:00
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