Sećanje Na Slike Iz Sna - Alogia

Neonske noci, neki prazni pogledi

Cudne misli sakrivam

Grad je hladan kada ostanes sam…

Kratak je dah

Sve veci je strah sto se budi

Sve nestaje

Sve postalo je hladno kao ova noc

Secanje na slike iz sna… Devedesete

Hladan znoj me obliva, budim se

Prolazi vek, mislim da vreme svemu sudi

Budan sanjam nocima

Palim svece da oteram mrak

Poslednji krug

Ulice zvone od koraka

Cujem zvuke bibnjeva

Brzi ritam godina iza nas

Secanje na slike iz sna… Devedesete

Hladan znoj me obliva, budim se

Neon nights, some blank stares

I hide strange thoughts

The city is cold when you are left alone…

It's short of breath

The fear of waking up is growing

Everything disappears

Everything became as cold as this night

Remembering dream images… Nineties

Cold sweat floods me, I wake up

A century passes, I think time judges everything

I dream awake at night

I light candles to drive away darkness

The last round

The streets are ringing with footsteps

I hear the sounds of drums

The fast pace of the years behind us

Remembering dream images… Nineties

Cold sweat floods me, I wake up