Potonut Ću - Thompson

Život je ko gorka knjiga,

Jedna radost bez briga,

Slatka, prokleta,

Ljubav te proganja.

Crno vino kad te guši,

A mamurluk ti u duši,

Ljubav ostavlja

Ruže od katrana.

Potonut ću,

S tobom umrijet ću,

Dok kiše putuju,

Potonut ću,

Tebe ljubit ću,

I umrijet ću.

Nije nebo da ga gase,

nit' je mjesec samo za se,

Svaka duga sjaj rodi nekoga,

Crno vino kad te guši,

A mamurluk ti u duši,

Ljubav ostavlja,

Ruže od katrana.

Potonut ću,

S tobom umrijet ću,

Dok kiše putuju,

Potonut ću,

Tebe ljubit ću,

I umrijet ću.

Life is like a bitter book,

One joy without worries,

Cute damn

Love haunts you.

Red wine when it chokes you,

And a hangover in your soul,

Love leaves

Tar roses.

I will sink,

I will die with you,

As the rains travel,

I will sink,

I will love you

And I will die.

It's not heaven to put it out,

nor is the moon just for itself,

Every long glow gives birth to someone,

Red wine when it chokes you,

And a hangover in your soul,

Love leaves

Tar roses.

I will sink,

I will die with you,

As the rains travel,

I will sink,

I will love you

And I will die.