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¤ U Koloru ¤

slusaj sta ti kazem
slusaj dobro jednom reci cu
ovaj dan sam ofarbala sebi
istom bojom opet preci cu

kazes nemas cetkice ni boje
boje postoje
sve boje tvoje su

sivi dani nisu samo kisni
noc ne mora da crna je
ofarbaj je bojom kojom hoces
ipak svaka boja tvoja je

sretan dan je koje hoces boje
sareni su dani praznicni
moj cetvrtak obicno je zelen
svoje dane sam ces bojiti

ne daj ni jedan dan da
bude siv, bude bez boje
svi dani da su sareni
ipak su boje tvoje

zuti vikend - plava sreda
svaki dan za sebe sija
sareni dani
sijam i ja!


¤ Angels fall first ¤

An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
Beside the cross on your grave
And those forever burning candles

Needed elsewhere
To remind us of the shortness of your time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love tears of fear
Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why
The angels fall first?

Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by the lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light

Needed elsewhere...

Sing me a song
Of your beauty
Of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
Caress those whom we still need

Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian


¤ Toxicity ¤

Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts.