Paroles et traduction ACA LUKAS - Stil Zvota

Stil Zvota

Ti nikad
Ne pakujes
Kofer moj na radost,
Kad dodjem cist
Ko suza
Smislis neku gadost
Kucka ti je srednje
Ime
Prvo ti je haos
I lepota
Ti navici se
Neces nikad
Na mene
I na moj
Stil zivota
I kad me prodju
Crne misli
Kroz oblak
Kad zasija
Ti kazes
Mora da si
Opet drogiran
Ili pijan
Kucka ti je
Srednje ime
Prvo ti je haos
I lepota
Ti navici se nikad
Na mene
I na moj
Stil zivota.
Al′ ziva su
Jos
Dva umorna lesa
Preko dana smo
Ko stene
Al noc nas omeksa
I nikad od nas
Nista bilo ne bi
Tako strasilo
U dusi ne
Izgleda sebi
I zato
Ostajem tu
Makar bilo gore
Ja i ti smo ipak
Samo jedno srce
Dve pretkomore...
I kad me prodju
Crne misli
Kroz oblak
Kad zasija
Ti kazes
Mora da si opet
Drogiran ili pijan
Kucka ti je
Srednje ime
Prvo ti je haos
I lepota
Ti navici se
Neces nikad
Na moj
Stil zivota...
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Lifestyle

You never
Pack
My suitcase with joy,
When I come clean
Like a tear
You think of something nasty
Your house is a medium
Name
Chaos is your first
And beauty
You get used to
You will never
On me
And on my
Lifestyle
And when I get through
Black thoughts
Through the cloud
When it shines
You say
Must be
Again drugged
Or drunk
Your house is a
Medium name
Chaos is your first
And beauty
You never get used to
On me
And on my
Lifestyle.
But they are alive
Still
Two tired bodies
During the day we are
Like walls
But night softens us
And there would never be
Anything from us
So scary
Not in the soul
It seems to itself
And that's why
I'm staying here
Even if it was worse
You and I are still
Just one heart
Two atriums...
And when I get through
Black thoughts
Through the cloud
When it shines
You say
Must be again
Drugged or drunk
Your house is a
Medium name
Chaos is your first
And beauty
You get used to
You will never
On my
Lifestyle...
Chorus