Bolje biti pijan nego star

When I think of you
my old love,
it hurts that we were just
really good friends.

And life flies by, flies by
youth is shorter
everything will come back one day
but only that remains.

Better to be drunk than old,
better to be drunk than old,
wine doesn’t know we were once a happy couple,
better to be drunk than old.

And when winter comes
and the first snowflakes
I’ll wait for you, my darling
by the first high school.

But you won’t, you won’t come,
I know you well, I know
maybe it’s better that way
I’ve gotten used to being alone.