She dreams of Ljubljana,
when she wakes up every morning at five.
She dreams of Ljubljana,
her eyes heavy and tired.
A train's waiting on the station
and it's been the same for eight years,
yesterday was rain and darkness,
today the sky is clear.
Her mom didn't give her hope
and her father forgot to hug her.
She doesn't want to be an old soul
and paints a nicer world in her dreams.
She dreams of Ljubljana,
when she goes for a cigarette on her first break
and ashes flee on the wind,
like they don't want to be caught.
Don't go - tell her this,
because I breathe for her,
without her my world will disappear into darkness.
Don't go - tell her this,
because I will give her everything -
belief in herself, dreams, hope.
Where does this life lead me,
she curses without words,
cause she's sick of waiting
for long days and years.
Where does the grey road lead her,
her hidden hope.
She wants to go from village to city,
for someone to open her a door.
She dreams of Ljubljana
and doesn't know that people are alone there too.
She's blinded by sadness
and doesn't know how beautiful she's inside.
She dreams of Ljubljana,
because she wants to go forward
and doesn't know that there is someone somewhere,
who quietly dreams of her.
Don't go - tell her this,
because I breathe for her,
without her my world will disappear into darkness.
Don't go - tell her this,
because I will give her everything -
belief in herself, dreams, hope.
She dreams of Ljubljana...