Fobije [English translation]

There's a story going around that the devil's residing in my eye

The nights are burning

The mornings [are] as cold as ice

That only hell is being happy with me

for others

Because it's never the turn for love here

And you know that, don't you?

It's not my fault

After you, the pain

tailored me poorly

Now there's no chance that I love again

That I remove the armor from this heart

Because I'm still

being broken down by phobias

of getting killed by the same caliber

Because I'm still

being broken down by phobias

of getting killed by the same caliber

Next to me

Only the wounded souls fall

Like I'm now

doing only evil

From that exact [woman]

That exact one who would've given everything for love

Not even

one percent remained

And you know that, don't you?

It's not my fault

After you, the pain

tailored me poorly

Now there's no chance that I love again

That I remove the armor from this heart

Because I'm still

being broken down by phobias

of getting killed by the same caliber

Because I'm still

being broken down by phobias

of getting killed by the same caliber

• Artist:Elena Kitić