Hladna Koža

Njena hladna koža gori
Bez ijedne misli u glavi
Moj um u mirovanju juri
Utišavam zvuk s još više zvuka

Tell me please, that you can see right though me
Low opacity, I bleed translucent
And wilted like the leaves, the breeze flows through me
Creased & folded paper seams in crane shape loosen

Low hanging fruit falls off the tree
Cold awake I dream
You can call it what you see
We've been cast away to sea

Crawl of a silk worm on it's feet
Still in sync with her heart beat shaken awake from a deep sleep
The paper planes fly on the breeze

Ali njena hladna koža gori
Bez ijedne misli u glavi
Moj um u mirovanju juri
Utišavam zvuk s još više zvuka

Njena hladna koža gori
Bez ijedne misli u glavi
Moj um u mirovanju juri
Utišavam zvuk s još više zvuka