Neon - Siddharta, Josipa Lisac

V temnih oblekah ljudje,

V dolgi koloni stoje,

Najbolj poznani naprej

Vse do konca, do onih, ki Ni jih videl doslej.

Bleda podoba nad tem,

Vidi v duљe ljudem,

Sliљi se tisto ime,

Ki njej pomenilo je vse.

No em domov, z njimi grem,

No em nazaj na to pot,

Sliљi se strel v srce,

Sliљi se strel v srce.

Kje se plazijo preplaљeni,

Kje nastane ples odmaknjenih,

Kaj podira svet izob

encev,

Kaj ostane, ko jih ni domov?

Slike so varovane

љe po tem, ko gredo,

Vsi prostori ostanejo

Prav taki, kot so,

Vsi prelepi vrtovi

Se spreminjajo v zmes

Bole

ine in solz,

љe grmi krik v glavi

Samo ne on ne on…

No em neba brez vseh zvezd,

No em vrtov brez dreves,

Slika edino ne ve,

Slika edino ne ve.

In dark clothes people,

They stand in a long column,

The most famous next

All the way to the end, to those He has never seen before.

Pale image over

See in the soul of people

It sounds like that name,

Which meant everything to her.

Well, I'm going home with them,

Well, back to that path,

It sounds like a shot to the heart,

It sounds like a shot to the heart.

Where overpaid crawls,

Where the dance of the remote takes place,

What undermines the world of isob

encev,

What's left when they're not home?

Images are protected

Even after they leave,

All rooms remain

Just like

All the beautiful gardens

They turn into a mixture

It hurts

in tears,

If there is a scream in your head

Just not him not him…

Well em the sky without all the stars,

Well em gardens without trees,

The picture just doesn't know

The picture just doesn't know.