Trening Za Umiranje

Training for Death

Trening Za Umiranje

Endlessly empty, I rush towards the sunset,Beskrajno prazan jurim prema zalasku,
Speed gifts me oblivion.Brzina mi poklanja zaborav.
With a half-empty crate on the back seat,S polupraznom gajbom na zadnjem sjedalu,
I step on the gas in rhythm with the music.U ritmu muzike dodajem gas.

Madness leads me like an old acquaintance,Ludilo me sobom vodi poput starog znanca,
The wind caresses my bodywork.Vjetar miluje mi karoseriju.
Your face, your eyes like a living deadTvoje lice, tvoje oci poput zivog mrtvaca
Are now forever in the rearview mirror.Sad su zauvijek u retrovizoru.

You only asked for an answer,Trazila si samo odgovor,
Why am I the king of irony?Zasto sam kralj ironije
Why don't I come back again,Zasto se ne vratim ponovno,
Continue training for death.Nastavim trening za umiranje.

If tonight the news reportsAko nocas vijesti jave
That I disappeared without a trace,Da sam nestao bez traga,
Calm down, don't cry out of happiness.Smiri se, ne placi od srece.
Take a good look at my twisted smile,Moj pokvareni osmijeh dobro pogledaj,
You'll see scum like me doesn't die.Vidjet ces dubre kao ja ne umire.