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Ja cijeli život sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku

Starim parobrodom koji vozi sol

I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prežaljenu ljubav

Tanku dugačku cigaru I par mamuza od zlata

Da sam Šejn

ŽIvot na granici je opasan I tvrd

Al' moje ime od sad znači pravda

Već čujem priču kako za mnom jaše smrt

Dok jašem crven pored vatri na rubu grada

To je Šejn…

To je Šejn…

Ja cijeli život sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku

Starim parobrodom koji vozi skitnice na zapad

I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prežaljenu ljubav

Tanku dugačku cigaru I par mamuza od zlata

Da sam Šejn

Da sam Šejn

Dok živim život koji nisam birao sam

O suhom vjetru s juga moja duša sanja

Ja čujem buku stada, vidim u daljini grad

A tanka slika jave postaje sve tanja

Ja znam da život na granici je opasan I tvrd

Al' moje ime ovdje od sad znači pravda

Na mome sivom konju sada sa mnom jaše smrt

Vodi me tamo gdje me moja davna draga već čeka

Izađi I bori se

U ovom gradu nema mjesta za jednog od nas

Izađi I bori se

Ulica je prazna, ali s prozora motre na nas

Izađi I bori se

Uzet cu ti život, ako ostaneš uzimam čast

To je Šejn…

To je Šejn…

Ja cijeli život sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku

Starim parobrodom koji vozi sol

I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prežaljenu ljubav

Tanku dugačku cigaru I par mamuza od zlata

Da sam Šejn

All my life I dream of going by the river

An old steamer carrying salt

And to carry one ancient, never regretted love

A thin long cigar and a pair of gold spurs

If I were Shane

Life on the border is dangerous and hard

But from now on, my name means justice

I can already hear the story of death riding behind me

As I ride red by the fire on the edge of town

This is Shane…

This is Shane…

All my life I dream of going by the river

An old steamer that roams the west

And to carry one ancient, never regretted love

A thin long cigar and a pair of gold spurs

If I were Shane

If I were Shane

While living a life I did not choose alone

My soul dreams of a dry wind from the south

I hear the noise of the herd, I see the city in the distance

And the thin picture of reality is getting thinner

I know that life on the border is dangerous and hard

But my name here from now on means justice

Death is now riding with me on my gray horse

Take me to where my old darling is already waiting for me

Come out and fight

There is no place for one of us in this city

Come out and fight

The street is empty, but they are watching us from the window

Come out and fight

I'll take your life, if you stay I'll take your honor

This is Shane…

This is Shane…

All my life I dream of going by the river

An old steamer carrying salt

And to carry one ancient, never regretted love

A thin long cigar and a pair of gold spurs

If I were Shane