Trening Za Umiranje - Hladno Pivo

Beskrajno prazan jurim prema zalasku

Brzina mi poklanja zaborav

S polupraznom gajbom na zadnjem sjedalu

U ritmu muzike dodajem gas

Ludilo me vodi poput starog znanca

Vjetar miluje mi karoseriju

Tvoje lice, tvoje oči poput živog mrtvaca

Sad su zauvijek u retrovizoru

Tražila si samo odgovor

Zašto sam to kralj ironije

Zašto se ne vratim ponovo

Nastavim trening za umiranje

Ako noćas vijesti jave da sam nestao bez traga

Smiri se ne plači od sreće

Moj pokvareni osmijeh dobro pogledaj

Vidjet ćeš đubre kao ja ne umire

Infinitely empty I rush towards sunset

Speed ​​gives me oblivion

With a half-empty crate in the back seat

I add gas to the rhythm of the music

Madness drives me like an old acquaintance

The wind caresses my body

Your face, your eyes like the living dead

Now they are in the rearview mirror forever

You were just looking for an answer

Why am I the king of irony

Why don't I come back again

I continue training to die

If the news tonight reports that I have disappeared without a trace

Calm down, don't cry with happiness

Take a good look at my rotten smile

You'll see garbage like I don't die