Игри без граници [Igri bez granici] [English translation]
Игри без граници [Igri bez granici] [English translation]
If I could only wake up
in a world of love
without old debts
and those ghosts
that are lurking me in my steps
If I could only hug you
so not to remember the autumn coldness
those sufferings
that were following us
And my life is games with no limits
tired story, torn pages
empty,not written (not finished)
And my life is continually falling
everything to be counted it will be left a defeat
old habits in me
If I could only wake you up
with morning coffee in the bed together
and then to kiss you
that it's missing for a long time
If I could only fall in love
in a little village girl on a dewy lawn
heavenly high
so (I) not to (be able to) see down
And my life is games with no limits
tired story, torn pages
empty,not written (not finished)
And my life is continually falling
everything to be count-it will be left a defeat
old habits in me
And that will remain...
- Artist:Toše Proeski