Only you are, Bojana, the rose of our winds
only you are colour, only you, Bojana
there, where a river flows at the sea,
is lying our biggest love
hidden from all bullshits
covered with a blue sky
and always ready to meet us
She is wide as a shore, she opens us with her smile
and she tears down all the tabues at the moment
but when she flies to us with a sand, then everybody recall that there is just one Bojana at the whole world
Only you are, Bojana, the rose of our winds
only you are coloure, only you, Bojana
And I'm always dreaming of watching you
I see your picture, I hear echoes of your name
my wallet is getting slimmer, my car is hackneyed
but fuck the money baby, when it's good this way
I clear my path to get to you
I'm taking chances to be at your place
You are doing good to me, you recovers me
and always when I'm with you, I forget everything else
we take some meat and fish on grill, there's no kid's crying,
there's no women to shit, there's no pressure and stress, not at all
it can't be better, fuck (the mother)
I shall sleep and rest my soul, so I'm writing poems only for Bojana
for all those crazy nights and mornings that rise for tequilas and for whole pub/ cafe
O Bojana, coloured with colour, it's good to see you, just you and me
ajanaj
with a towel on your head, and with dreads on your chin,
with driftnet on the boat Jo Rastafari
it's a good feeling
when I tight ropes, pitch a tent,
sunny Bojana, not even a one rain drop falls
to move me from you
we are plying football at the beatch,
and at the evening a moonlight, fire and guitars
It's the best with you, just the good old songs, it' s the heaven to be near you
this one, that one, I'm jealous when they come,
let me move with you, so I can be with you beside the sea, the rose of my winds,
you are healing better than medicines, I'm full of strenght,
how many pushups needed?
Only you are, Bojana, the rose of our winds,
only you are colour, only you, Bojana