Trening Za Umiranje
Beskrajno prazan jurim prema zalasku,
Brzina mi poklanja zaborav.
S polupraznom gajbom na zadnjem sjedalu,
U ritmu muzike dodajem gas.
Ludilo me sobom vodi poput starog znanca,
Vjetar miluje mi karoseriju.
Tvoje lice, tvoje oci poput zivog mrtvaca
Sad su zauvijek u retrovizoru.
Trazila si samo odgovor,
Zasto sam kralj ironije
Zasto se ne vratim ponovno,
Nastavim trening za umiranje.
Ako nocas vijesti jave
Da sam nestao bez traga,
Smiri se, ne placi od srece.
Moj pokvareni osmijeh dobro pogledaj,
Vidjet ces dubre kao ja ne umire.
Training for Death
Endlessly empty, I rush towards the sunset,
Speed gifts me oblivion.
With a half-empty crate on the back seat,
I step on the gas in rhythm with the music.
Madness leads me like an old acquaintance,
The wind caresses my bodywork.
Your face, your eyes like a living dead
Are now forever in the rearview mirror.
You only asked for an answer,
Why am I the king of irony?
Why don't I come back again,
Continue training for death.
If tonight the news reports
That I disappeared without a trace,
Calm down, don't cry out of happiness.
Take a good look at my twisted smile,
You'll see scum like me doesn't die.