Izgubljeni snovi [Music video] [English translation]

*Go now, my friend, send a hello to my love.

On the end of each story you're left with sweet dreams, dreamy stories about money, memories of good days.

I'm breaking down walls in my mind, taking a look aside, looking at my old friends who break like branches.

Sometimes im scared of those stories, but now i know, i should've heard that being, my best friend asking for help. (Asking for help, asking for help...)

Stop speaking movies while high*, it's great on pills, but that's a step down.

And the day is closer when it'll stop being good and i can see the ambulance coming.

There's a needle in your hand, your old mom broken, taken in the ambulance and your dad in tears on your funeral, swearing at me, insulting me and yelling.

Why didn't i watched out for you more, i realied when i put your photo in my wallet.

I remember when we first stared drinking, saying "Fuck chems" and smoked weed.

Two heads, but one mind, bros till the end, you should have been my best man.

I used to influence more on you, now im thinking back, to past times, looking the moment when we fell, but no bro, there is a chapter missing.

Non-stop you called me to come with you, but how can you help someone when he takes that path?

I never liked being a leader, but a lot of things pass trough my head.

But at you i should have noticed how you used to look at me differently.

You never said something wrong, but you haven't joked around with us like before.

I didn't konw that then, but maybe you were asking help that way and that jacked you sold i figured out why, you had a debt at your dealer, but he didnt forgive it.

Strip stories, i know you imagined, later you even lied to yourself.

Before we couldn't move one without the other, but later you were seeing every kind of scum.

You were rolling with anyone you could and wherever you could take some money, you spent it all on drugs. You used to say "that are real friends", but everyone knew it was only for your interest.

"Yo Frenkie, borrow me a tenner, im paying it back, come over tommorow"

By then i should have knew, but i couldn't accept it and believe it.

Now i'm feeling guilty and can't calm down and take that loss, i wish i ratted you to your parents when you stabbed that taxi driver for some change.

I realized you're in too deep when you stole jewlery from your old mom, little things wake old memories in my mind, drinks and advices how to get chicks.

And your younger brother looks like you, when i see him i call him by your name, but i'm not afraid for him, because i know he's solid on his feet, he always goes on his training, it'll get him far and he won't take your path, he'll be a fucker like we used to say, while we used to always fight for girls.

Girls come to him today, not stupid ones like we had, but ladies.

Your old mother isnt the same, she keeps your stuff even today, your room is clean.

She always asks is your shirt at my place because everything should be ready for you.

Your brother hugs her every day, but she's talking to you, like you're there, your old man is better, he suffered a lot but at the end, he took it like a champ, he calls all the time, asking if i need money, joking about my baggy pants and spilling rap jokes.

You know how he used to joke around like before, but his smile isn't the same anymore, i miss you bro and they can't understand how long that pain lasts and i don't live anymore.

I can't simply, a part of me died, the other one withers away slowly.

Hundred concerts i dedictated to you and i believe i changed a lot.

I can't bring back time, start over but at night, i see you again.

On the end of each story you're left with sweet dreams, dreamy stories about money, memories of good days.

I'm breaking down walls in my mind, taking a look aside, looking at my old friends who break like branches.

SOMETIMES I'M SCARED!!

*Go now, my friend, send a hello to my love.

Go now, my friend, send a song to my love.

I can go by myself now, here i will find my rest, you go...