Da se bar mogu probuditi u svijetu ljubavi
bez starih [bad word] i ovih nakaza sto su me stalno pratili
da te bar mogu poljubiti bez losih sjecanja na hladna proljeca
bez slike stradanja sto se bas na nas zalijepe

Ref.
Jer moj je zivot igra bez granica
umorna prica, trganje stranica
na kojim nista ne pise

Jer moj je zivot vjecito padanje
kad zbrojim poraze nista ne ostane
samo jos vucem navike
i sve na tome ostane

Da te bar mogu probuditi, kavu ti skuhati, u krevet donjeti
pa te poljubiti, al' toga nema i ne postoji
da se bar mogu zaljubiti u malu seljanku na nekom proplanku
gore u [bad word] tako da dolje ne vidim
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If i could only wake up, in a world of love,
without old dues, and these freaks,
who always had been following me,

if i could only kiss you, without bad remembrances
of cold springs,
without image of a dieing, that is stick with us.

Cause my life is a game without limits,
a tired story, wrenching pages,
with no text on it,

cause my life is eternal falling,
when i count defeats,
there's nothing left, i'm still trailing habits,
and it only end's on it.

If i could only wake you up,
and make you coffee,
get into the bed,
and then kiss you,
but there's no such a thing,
and it doesn't exist,

if i could only fall in love,
with a little villager,
on a some lawn,
upon the universe,
so i cannot see down.

Cause my life is
a game without limits,
a tired story,
wrenching pages,
with no text on it,

cause my life is
eternal falling,
when i count defeats,
there's nothing left,
i'm still trailing habits,
and it only end's on it.

Cause my life is
a game without limits,
a tired story,
wrenching pages,
with no text on it,

cause my life is
eternal falling,
when i count defeats,
there's nothing left,
i'm still trailing habits,
and it only end's on it.