Between the reality and the dream (Izmedju jave i sna)
Between the reality and the dream
Like little nests on the branches
full of old flights
like a dead heart of memories
like a first children's joy.
You are my ex and future
witness who does not lie
You are my first and last
I hear your steps in the night.
The doors, only a wind opens
I freeze like an ambush
my song does not sing anymore,
her dress is black.
I am the street for your return
between the reality and the dream
I am the last shelter of yours
you don't have, don't have where.