Ne biva i bez narod ne biva i so narod, zafrknata rabota, slušajte Duran Duran i odmarajte od mene e toa
For what's the use in pressing palms When children fade in mother's arms It's a cruel world We've so much to lose And what we have to learn, we rarely choose So if it's God who took her son He cannot be the one living in her mind Take care my love, she said Don't think that God is dead Take care my love, she said You have been loved If I was weak, forgive me But I was terrified You brushed my eyes with angel's wings, full of love The kind that makes devils cry So these days My life has changed And I'll be fine But she just sits and counts the hours Searching for her crime So what's the use of pressing palms If you won't keep such love from harm It's a cruel world You've so much to prove And heaven help the ones who wait for you Now, I've no daughters, I've no sons Guess I'm the only one Living in my life
