One doesn't live with their century
suspicion goes beyond possibilities
it's enough to merely take measures
and ask questions deep in the webs
masters of time
invest in fear
they are taming the world drama
forebodings crack within songs
with the song the human kind
continually being invented
across the history and oblivion
there stands the Lord of time
tu se ne živi s vijekom
sumnja prekoračuje mogućnosti
dostatno je i puko mjeriti
i pitati duboko u mrežama
gospodari vremena
ulažu u strah
svjetsku dramu krote
u pjesmama pucaju slutnje
s pjesmama čovječanstvo
uvijek iznova izmišljeno
preko istorije i zaborava
stoji Gospodar vremena
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