Ti, ti ne brineš za godine,
Meni dvije znače stotine
Ti, ti ih zoveš bore
A ja ogrebotine
I sve te tvoje hladne riječi
Su tako toplo zvučale
Daj, ugrij me tim ledom
Anđeli nas uhode
Povuci mi tlo pod nogama
Kao stolnjak na nekoj večeri
Hladan sam i samo stojim
Ma to su oni ludi ledeni glečeri
Oni ludi…
Nećeš nebo nać’ na nebu
(Ukopalo se ispod kože)
Pusti me tih sila mraka
(Što nam malo smrti može?)
Puče svemir kao kreda
(Srce dežura na prvoj crti)
E, da znaju što mi znamo
(Što nam može malo smrti?)
Premda rane još ni nema
Sol je već u rukama
Kao svaki dobar svetac
Moram umrijeti u mukama
Jer za tvoje oči, trepavice
Noćas je nebo boje borovnice
Nebo mi objasni za tren
Još si moja, još sam njen
Povuci mi tlo pod nogama
Kao stolnjak na nekoj večeri
Hladan sam i samo stojim
Ma to su oni ludi ledeni glečeri
Oni ludi…
Al’ noćas ona nije ona
(Netko joj čuči ispod kože)
Pusti me tih sila mraka
(Što nam malo smrti može?)
Još te čuvam, još te pazim
(Nema suza na prvoj crti)
E, da znaju što mi znamo
(Što nam može malo smrti?)
Na na na na na na na…
English Translation
Tonight She’s Not Herself
You, you don’t worry about the years,
Two of them mean hundreds to me
You, you call them wrinkles
But I call them scratches
And all of your cold words
Sounded so warm
Come on, warm me up with the ice
The angels are guiding us
Pull me to the ground, under our feet
Like a tablecloth at some dinner
I’m cold and I’m just standing
Those are the crazy, icy glaciers
Those crazy…
You won’t find a heaven in the sky
(It has buried itself under the skin)
Free me from the forces of darkness
(What can a little bit of death do to us?)
The universe is cracking like chalk
(My heart is on duty at the first line)
Eh, if only they knew what we know
(What can a little bit of death do to us?)
Although there aren’t any wounds
There is already salt on my arms
Like every good saint
I have to die in pain
Because for your eyes, eyelashes
Tonight the sky is the colour of blueberries
The sky explains to me in a moment
You’re still mine, I’m still hers
Pull me to the ground, under our feet
Like a tablecloth at some dinner
I’m cold and I’m just standing
Those are the crazy, icy glaciers
Those crazy…
But tonight she’s not herself
(Someone’s squatting under her skin)
Free me from the forces of darkness
(What can a little bit of death do to us?)
I’m still protecting you, I’m still watching over you
(There are no tears at the first line)
Eh, if only they knew what we know
(What can a little bit of death do to us?)
Na na na na na na na…