Naiven ples - Siddharta

Kadar srce boli britve reejo,

Vratove do krvi trupla padajo,

A na koncu spere de vse poraene,

Prepih v ilah le,

Stre ljudi in umae pesti.

Ta naiven zadn ples,

Ne bo nam dal peres,

Le grozljive slike pred ime,

In nazaj korakov ni le kraj,

Koder tema je kraljica saj.

Trpljenje pije znoj in solzi oi,

Teko je bit heroj iz objestnosti,

Ni treba lice gret in ret vseh teh tablet,

V glavi sproi plaz in za zmeraj ustavi nam as.

Zdaj umira na deju,

Nikogar ni nikjer,

Zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,

In krvavo bo meso,

Spomin ohranjalo,

Na jesen komu bo dih ustavilo.

Ta naiven zadn ples,

Ne bo nam dal peres,

Le grozljive slike pred ime,

In nazaj korakov ni le kraj,

Koder tema je kraljica saj.

Zdaj umira na deju,

Nikogar ni nikjer,

Zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,

In krvavo bo meso,

Spomin ohranjalo,

Na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.

Zdaj umira na deju,

Nikogar ni nikjer,

Zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,

In krvavo bo meso,

Spomin ohranjalo,

Na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.

When the heart aches razors reejo,

Necks fall to the blood of the corpse,

But in the end, it washes everything up,

Breeze in ilah le,

He shakes people and fists.

This naive last dance,

He won't give us pens,

Just creepy pictures in front of the name,

And back steps are not just a place

Koder theme is the queen of soot.

Suffering drinks sweat and tears oi,

It's hard to be a hero out of obscenity,

No need to face warm and ret all of these pills,

It triggers an avalanche in our head and stops our ace forever.

He's dying in action now,

There is no one anywhere,

He is alone now and all that remains for him is unrest,

And the flesh will be bloody,

Memory preserved,

In the fall, who will catch their breath.

This naive last dance,

He won't give us pens,

Just creepy pictures in front of the name,

And back steps are not just a place

Koder theme is the queen of soot.

He's dying in action now,

There is no one anywhere,

He is alone now and all that remains for him is unrest,

And the flesh will be bloody,

Memory preserved,

In the fall when his breath stopped.

He's dying in action now,

There is no one anywhere,

He is alone now and all that remains for him is unrest,

And the flesh will be bloody,

Memory preserved,

In the fall when his breath stopped.