Boris Novković – Ko je kriv

Whose Fault Is It

When I put my coat over my shoulder
And run out in the street, snow up to my knees
And I go slowly towards the first bar
And I drink with a stranger till it dawns
Whose fault is it

Whose fault is it

And while I’m running from one window to the other
How minutes can be long
Each and every noise sounds like your step
I’m getting smaller and smaller in the empty house
Whose fault is it
Whose fault is it

Does it matter whose fault is it
While you’re asking me where am I
Does it matter whose fault is it
When all of that has already happened

When I light two cigarettes like one
And strange girls ask if they may sit
And I’m searching for your hand in pocket of my coat
And a tram is trailing after me as if it’s wandering
Whose fault is it
Whose fault is it

When I ring at dawn, with hot bread under my arm
And kiss you juicily, you know with lots of noise
And hug you tightly, I feel you in my soul

And the hot bread on the table is still steaming

Whose fault is it
Whose fault is it

Does it matter whose fault is it…

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