moje more (Sped Up) (Džanum)

No one will understand
Not for anything
To heal my wound
No one will understand
As the evening falls, I return to the same dream
In front of me, a saint holds a black cloth
Into the sea, the color of sorrow, that voice calls me
I have no luck, I have no salvation, I have no salvation
No one will understand, no one will understand my pain
To move him to tears, to surrender to him
No one will understand, no one will understand my pain
On my pillow, restless, I dream of evil
Not until the last flight, not until the end of the world
My fate is cursed
This soul has no home, this soul has no sound
Black dawns burn, my sea

My sea, my sea
My sea, my sea
My sea, my sea
My sea, my sea

Not until the last flight, not until the end of the world
My fate is cursed
My sea, my sea
My sea
No one will understand
Not for anything
To heal my wound
No one will understand