Long time ago people lost their sun

searching for shine in the coin made of  gold

anything is for sale, souls are sold

forgive us God for what we have done.

 

Nobody listens wind blowing from trees

red roses bleeds, this beauty will die

without single touch and look of the eye

all alone like lost memories.

 

There are no dreamers sleeping on the cloud

laying heavy heads on white pillow above

where birds sing about freedom and love

flying so high, living so proud.

 

Zlatnik

 

Ljudi su odavno izgubili sunce

tražeći u zlatniku to sjajno zrnce

sve je na prodaju, duše su prodane

oprosti nam Bože za sve grešne dane.

 

Tko još sluša vjetar što piri krošnjama

ruže krvare u crvenim nošnjama

ljepota bez dodira, pogleda vene

sama poput izgubljene uspomene.

 

Nema sanjalica na bijelom oblaku

da odmore glavu na mekom jastuku

gdje ptice pjevaju o ljubavi nama

sve ponosno leteći u visinama.