O cani mos koft mas miri.
Everyday walka,everyday
He smoked his last cigarettes in the mist of moment
The clock is ticking betweeen his future and past
Immersed in silence of nostalgia there's nothing to say
Just breathing deep and he continues his walk again.
Like every sad story that it has its ends oh everyday walka he wont breathe again
His unsayable deeds wont make you any harm,
In the spirits of the city his shadows waking again and again and again
He's walking on the thin lines of the spell then he will live eternally beneathe the sand.