Na robu dneva - Shyam

Ostane naj.

Ostane naj

Vonj kadila in odprte duri

Ko bodo prili angeli

Da mi podarijo krila

Za sanje

Ostane naj.

Ostane naj

Nasmeh in dobra misel zame

Da bom lahko, da bom morda

Spet videla

Kje sonce luno zamenja

Na robu dneva

Na robu vsakega dneva

Naj pridejo, naj pridejo

Naj zapojejo srebrne cimbale

Naj zakrije kdo moje oi

In ko jih spet odprem

Naj bo vse po starem

Naj pristanejo ob moji glavi

Jih vidim, ko zamahnejo z rokami

In izlijejo iz svojih lepih ust

Ves njihov srd nad nami

Mi se potem spet znajdemo

Let him stay.

Let him stay

The smell of incense and open doors

When the angels come

To give me wings

For dreams

Let him stay.

Let him stay

A smile and a good thought for me

That I can, that I may

She saw it again

Where the sun replaces the moon

On the edge of the day

On the edge of every day

Let them come, let them come

Let them sing silver cymbals

Let someone cover my eyes

And when I open them again

Let it be the same

Let them land next to my head

I see them waving their arms

And they pour out of their beautiful mouths

All their anger over us

We then find ourselves again