Moje mrtvo telo
ne pokoplji.
Samo pusti ga v gozdu,
naj se šakali nažrejo.
truths
What happened to your dreams ?
You must be strong, otherwise why should you be ?
Don't believe in miracles, believe in youself.
You are born original, don't die as copy.
When hearbeat line becomes straight, everyone will love you.
A grown person has enough value to be alone.
Don't get lost in what doesn't exist.
Dear friend what have you done for yourself ?
Rain can be heard as its falling on leafs.
Ko dežja ne marajo
V polni bani
Voda prši
Poplavlja misli,
Razganja telo.
Puščavniki bedijo.
Poplavljajo bolečino.
A čas se ne ustavi,
pleše v dežju,
z nasmehom umazan,
kri razliva se z ukazom.
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