Prokletog Me Bog Stvorio [English translation]

I know that you don’t know my number

where I am, how I live

I know that for all the evil

tonight you are accusing me

God knows I didn’t

do much for you to remember me

God knows I didn’t

do much for you to understand me

Again the night is sticky

sticking my soul to the lips

and everything I say, or sing

wants to burst like a balloon

You’ve touched me with lips from sorrow

and who is going to chase this craziness

Damned has the God created me

closed all the gates of dreams

now when I have everything, now I am without you

during these evil years.

Again the night is sticky

sticking my soul to the lips

and everything I say, or sing

wants to burst like a balloon.

You’ve touched me with lips from sorrow

and who is going to chase this craziness

Damned has the God created me

closed all the gates of dreams

now when I have everything, now I am without you

during these evil years.