Sale Nađ died in sleep...
And the day just became gray...
And I have no idea what's weird in there
Because he also did live in a dream...
They say he boded his end...
Quasi, didn't wind up the clock...
Oh well, he knew he was losing that war...
Someone has ugly dreams, someone's nightmares are the dawns
The priest grumbled the psalm...
Like some verse learned for punishment...
In front of chapel there are nobles and scum
From the same regiment of Defeated...
Luckily, he didn't have anything...
Because he wouldn't have anybody to leave it to...
He lived life on his own...
Will? It's just a draft on a matchbox
Patient fingers of necessity disassemble intro of the song I know so well
And if there's anything left to forgive, I forgive you tonight
An ocean of inevitability roars... The sky pushed a light tulle of a ceiling
But that can heal with a few drops of tenderness in a Ravanica's wine
Sale Nađ died in sleep...
I suspect he dreamed of Syrmia?
That draw bell ice-cold at bottom
And a porch shaded by a vine
I suspect he dreamed of Her...
Whose name only dear Lord knows?
And that in a barley of that dream simply happened just what killed him?
Patient fingers of necessity disassemble intro of the song I know so well
And if there's anything left to forgive, I forgive you tonight
An ocean of inevitability roars... The sky pushed a light tulle of a ceiling
But that can heal with a few drops of tenderness in a Ravanica's wine