Ca je zivot vengo fantazija

Because life is a fantasy

Ca je zivot vengo fantazija

It was like in a story, Roko had nothingTo je bilo ka u prici, Roko nije jema nista
Cicibela even lessCicibela jos i manje
But love explains everything, he was an anarchistAli jubav sve izlici, on je bija anarkista
they also took companionshipjemali su i kumpanje

It was like in a story, full of mirrors and friskinessTo je bilo ka u prici, punoj lustri i friskina
but it's the same true storyma je isto prica prava
He heard rough words, a lot of wine was drunkCulo je grubih rici, bumbilo se puno vina
somewhere the head hurtbolila je dikod glava

Time runs, the mask cries, love lasts empty, poorTrci vrime, cvili maska, traje jubav pusta siromaska
A handful of tears, a lot of laughter, because life is a fantasy?Saka suza, vrica smija, ca je zivot vengo fantazija?

It was like in a story, they lived like dovesTo je bilo ka u prici, zivili su ka golubi
and carried their burdensi nosili svoje brime
With a lot of heart, with few words, naked, barefoot, hungry, roughS puno srca, s malo rici, goli, bosi, gladni, grubi
They loved all the timeVolili se cilo vrime

It was like in a story, when they were very youngTo je bilo ka u prici, kad su bili puno idni
bombs, crosses, olive treesbombe, raspe, livorvere
And other terrible words, they shouted poor thingsI jos druge strasne rici, vikali su oni bidni
but they went through those stormsma su prosli te nevere

Time runs, the mask cries, love lasts empty, poorTrci vrime, cvili maska, traje jubav pusta siromaska
A handful of tears, a lot of laughter, because life is a fantasy?Saka suza, vrica smija, ca je zivot vengo fantazija?