Govorim U Snu - Laufer

U gradu smiješnoga lica sami padamo

Svatko na drugom kraju svijeta

Zapetljanih tijela umor skrivamo

Koliko potrošenih priča, pune ulice papira

Pokidanih istina

Snovima trošili smo ceste

I ma da se ne smije u sebi dugo šutjeli

Miris prve jeseni…

Kroz otrovane noći kad je sjećanje na straži

Ja ne prolazim…

Tada vagoni puni srebra ni rijeke zlatnog praha

Neće jutro potkupiti

A vjetar nosi na lakim usnama

Miris prve jeseni…

Ooooo, govorim u snu…

Koliko potrošenih priča, pune ulice papira

Pokidanih istina

Snovima trošili smo ceste

I ma da se ne smije u sebi dugo šutjeli

A vjetar nosi na lakim usnama

Miris prve jeseni…

Ooooo, govorim u snu…

In the city of funny faces we fall on our own

Everyone on the other side of the world

We hide our tiredness with entangled bodies

How many wasted stories, filling the streets of paper

Torn truths

We spent the roads with dreams

And even if they don't laugh, they kept silent for a long time

The smell of the first autumn...

Through poisoned nights when memory is on guard

I'm not passing…

Then wagons full of silver and rivers of gold dust

He won't buy the morning

And the wind carries on light lips

The smell of the first autumn...

Ooooo, I'm talking in my sleep…

How many wasted stories, filling the streets of paper

Torn truths

We spent the roads with dreams

And even if they don't laugh, they kept silent for a long time

And the wind carries on light lips

The smell of the first autumn...

Ooooo, I'm talking in my sleep…