Morning in Split
Morning in Split, palm-trees smell on your hair
I caress the room of the hotel that is empty with a dreamy view
Ivana, I hear your voice from depth
Ivana, you are my bad destiny
I get out of bed, sounds like a dangerous calumny
I approach the window and hug the fucking dawn
Ivana, you were my snake
Ivana, the most poisonous
Ivana, I hear your voice from depth
Ivana, you are my bad destiny
Full trains, June smells
Sea, landscapes, for me it's not true
I'm coming back home, my heart will break
Either if I have to love you or I have to judge you
Full trains...