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Buduce Bivse

Zaboravi na sve
Ove noći želim da si pored mene
Ni kasnije ni pre
Svaka moja želja ima svoje vreme
Ovo je ta noć
Ovo su ti sati
Neko će da shvati
Neko će da pati
A to neću biti ja
Sve su buduće već bivše
Ništa manje ništa više
Posle mene koža ti se
Skupo prodaje
Sve su druge uvek druge
Zrno sreće zrno tuge
Samo ova luda glava
Prva ostaje
Zaboravi na sve
Ništa neće biti isto posle mene
I otrov sam i lek
Nema pomoći kad udjem ti u vene
Ovo je ta noć
Idemo d grada
Neko će da leti
A neko će da srada
A to neću biti ja
Sve su buduće već bivše
Ništa manje ništa više
Posle mene koža ti se
Skupo prodaje
Sve su druge uvek druge
Zrno sreće zrno tuge
Samo ova luda glava
Prva ostaje
Uzeću ti dušu sve dok
Mi je tvoja košulja na meni
Voleću te
Dok ti srce ne okamenim
Sve su buduće već bivše
Ništa manje ništa više
Posle mene koža ti se
Skupo prodaje
Sve su druge uvek druge
Zrno sreće zrno tuge
Samo ova luda glava
Prva ostaje

Future Lovers

Forget about everything
Tonight I want you next to me
Not sooner, not later
Every wish of mine has its time
This is that night
These are those hours
Someone will understand
Someone will suffer
But it won't be me
All future lovers are already ex-lovers
Nothing more, nothing less
After me your skin
Will become expensive
All others are always others
A grain of joy, a grain of sorrow
Only this crazy head
Will come out first
Forget about everything
Nothing will be the same after me
I am both poison and medicine
There's no help when I enter your veins
This is that night
Let's leave the town
Someone will fly
And someone will fall
But it won't be me
All future lovers are already ex-lovers
Nothing more, nothing less
After me your skin
Will become expensive
All others are always others
A grain of joy, a grain of sorrow
Only this crazy head
Will come out first
I'll take your soul as long as
Your shirt is on me
I will love you
Until your heart turns to stone
All future lovers are already ex-lovers
Nothing more, nothing less
After me your skin
Will become expensive
All others are always others
A grain of joy, a grain of sorrow
Only this crazy head
Will come out first