Nespodobno Opravilo - Siddharta

Strah v slovo dui libero zaspi

In v temi nad rjuho udari v glavo.

Spet v nedogled ena misel tli,

Vge jo Njena biti, me nagovori.

Brez vsake dlake na jeziku sam,

Ji solze na obrazu briem in izdam

Demo ji plan:

Lep kozarec in notri vino,

Roka mi za vrat drsi,

Naj se dere, naj nori,

Ve zakaj prila je.

Zakaj prila je.

A ne vidim kar se zdi, kot v megli.

V dan izgine tema, naju ne izda,

Objeta sredi sobe vidiva le dva.

Dva, ki svojo senco meeta v svet,

Ki za oba nastaja, ko se dela spet

Plan za novi dan:

Lep kozarec in notri vino,

Roka mi za vrat drsi,

Vse to vidi le spomin,

Le spominu daje, spominu daje.

In derem se naglas, plezam na drevo,

V momentu padem dol, naj ponovim:

E enkrat derem se naglas, plezam na drevo,

Na vrhu e sedim, ko naju vidim in v rokah

Lep kozarec in notri vino,

Roka e za vrat dri,

Tisto kar rosi oi,

Slika najina je, le najina je.

Vse zaman, vse zaman, vse zaman…

Vse zaman, vse zaman…

Ker ne vidim kar se zdi, le mislim si.

Fear in the farewell dui libero falls asleep

And in the darkness over the sheet he hits his head.

Again, one thought goes on indefinitely,

Vge jo Her being, address me.

Without any hair on the tongue alone,

I shave the tears on her face and betray her

Demo plan:

Nice glass and wine inside,

My hand is slipping on my neck,

Let him shout, let him go crazy,

She knows why she came.

Why did she come?

But I don’t see what seems like fog.

In the day the darkness disappears, it does not betray us,

We see only two people in the middle of the room.

Two who cast their shadow into the world,

Which for both is created when done again

Plan for the new day:

Nice glass and wine inside,

My hand is slipping on my neck,

All this is seen only by memory,

He only gives to memory, he gives to memory.

And I shout out loud, I climb a tree,

In the moment I fall down, let me repeat:

Once I shout out loud, I climb a tree,

I sit on top when I see us and in my arms

Nice glass and wine inside,

The hand is behind the neck,

What dew oi,

The picture is ours, only ours.

All in vain, all in vain, all in vain…

All in vain, all in vain…

Because I don’t see what it looks like, I just think.