Ca je zivot vengo fantazija
Oliver Dragojevic
Because life is a fantasy
It was like in a story, Roko had nothing
Cicibela even less
But love explains everything, he was an anarchist
they also took companionship
It was like in a story, full of mirrors and friskiness
but it's the same true story
He heard rough words, a lot of wine was drunk
somewhere the head hurt
Time runs, the mask cries, love lasts empty, poor
A handful of tears, a lot of laughter, because life is a fantasy?
It was like in a story, they lived like doves
and carried their burdens
With a lot of heart, with few words, naked, barefoot, hungry, rough
They loved all the time
It was like in a story, when they were very young
bombs, crosses, olive trees
And other terrible words, they shouted poor things
but they went through those storms
Time runs, the mask cries, love lasts empty, poor
A handful of tears, a lot of laughter, because life is a fantasy?
