Metak sa posvetom [English translation]

Give me a one-way ticket

In the direction of sorrow

I'm the first passenger of the list

At the window seat

I'm not taking anything with me

Years of guilt and suitcases filled with pain

I would like to leave them here

With the lost and found

You were my illness and cure

Incurably handsome

Still in my heart you're

A dedicated bullet

But people say

Ref.

Cut where it hurts

Let me take you off my soul

Where your heart is tearing, never glue it

When I love, I love

When I'm dying, I'm dying

I'm losing point for my victory

When I see you

The appearances fade at the start

And I'm difficult to God

Love is a vicious circle

You're cheating on me, and I'm deceiving myself

That you're not to blame

And that it's my fault

You were my illness and cure

Incurably handsome

Still in my heart you're

A dedicated bullet

But people say

Ref.