Pjesma (A Song)

Sometimes these words are hard to meet
Sometimes they come naturally
And when there's nothing left
Turn the page and start a new
We're not that good, maybe we will never be
Even if we can't play
This is for you, this is for them,
This is for those who stayed till the end

This is the song that meets the end
No other function than to blend
This is the song that filles the holes
And to leave you wanting for more
You think we're joking
But the truth is showing closing time is near
Time for you to recollect
We are done, what did you expect?

Ova pjesma nosi kraj,
Zato rijeci pozorno slu?ati
Motda otkrije tajne
Ili shvatie da lazemo te
Ove rijeci prazne su
Obeeanje je samo varka,
Lalna nada, samo pjesma nad pjesmama

The song of songs
Because we can't do better
The song of all songs
And we finally reach the end
Made for the end
Made to descend
Into the darkness and fade out

Ova pjesma nosi kraj,
Zato rijeci pozorno slu?ati
Motda otkrije tajne
Ili shvatie da lazemo te
Ove rijeci prazne su
Obeeanje je samo varka,
Lalna nada, samo pjesma nad pjesmama