I got tired of traveling with words
that were written about you.
The shackles of vain sighs
my song carries in my soul
and here I am at the top
of the mountain called dreams.
The blacksmiths of fortune
take my chains off.
I'm sad but smiling.
Trapped love in me
will be freed forever.
I'm lying to myself
that I'm free again.
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Ponovo slobodan
Umorila su mi se slova
od putovanja riječima
koja su napisana o tebi.
Okove od uzaludnih uzdaha
moja pjesma nosi u duši
i evo me na vrhu planine
koja se zove snovi.
Kovači sreće mi skidaju lance.
Tužan sam ali nasmijan.
Zarobljena ljubav u meni
će biti zauvijek oslobođena.
Lažem sebe da sam ponovo slobodan.
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