Trgovci Dušama - Alogia

Kad horizonti zatvore krug,

a molitve prizovu bogove

da ispisu znak na nebu,

ruse se snovi, zaustavljas dah,

osecas kako budi se strah,

dok gore hramovi…

paklena industrija

prodaje karte za raj,

dusu ti otimaju,

kazu da je svemu kraj.

dok radja se sunce i pocinje dan

shvatas da nisi sam…

jos nije kraj

(drzis zivot u svojim rukama)

postoji sjaj,

vidim ti u ocima !

paklene horde se vrte u krug

kradu ti dusu, menjaju sudbinu

na crnim oltarima

sve vise tones, vec se vidi dno,

mislis da stvarno sve je gotovo,

dolazi sudnji dan.

pakleni industrija

prodaje karte za raj

dusu ti otimaju

kazu da svemu je kraj.

When the horizons close the circle,

and prayers invoke the gods

to print a sign in the sky,

dreams fall apart, you hold your breath,

you feel fear awaken

while the temples are up…

hell industry

selling tickets to paradise,

they take your soul,

they say it's all over.

as the sun rises and the day begins

you realize you are not alone…

it's not over yet

(you hold life in your hands)

there is a glow,

I see in your eyes!

hellish hordes are spinning in a circle

they steal your soul, they change your destiny

on black altars

more and more tones, the bottom is already visible,

you think it's really over,

doomsday is coming.

hellish industry

selling tickets to paradise

they rob you of your soul

they say it's all over.