Life is an old son of a bitch, I argue with him all the time,
life is a tattered Hollywood movie.
We were all a little dramatic,
a little silent or loud, in that spectacle.
Some are born for masks, some are totally background actors,
I'm a positively-negative guy,
and like everyone from old school I do all in “slow motion” manner.
I play everything without a body double, which is not practical, I know
I have some lousy performances, and brilliant ones,
I am a partner of various characters,
of some stars and some amateurs, in that spectacle.
Maybe I am nothing special, but at least I'm my own director,
I make my own plots and endings.
Mostly using an easy "slow motion" technique.
From Mur1 to Morava2, let everyone forget me,
if I even mean anything to anyone.
Terrible advices come to me from the very edge of mind,
but I would like to live in my own way.
The last trains are leaving, the lottery tickets are choosing people,
and all in all I have no nice words to describe this time.
But I would like to drink another one in that name
and no one can stop me.
Life is an old bitch's brother, I'm waging less and less war with him.
And it looks more and more like an hourglass to me.
In every grain another day,
In every day another dream and “keep on smiling”.
I don't want to write a novel about it, like any average megalomaniac,
I will be happy if I finish my verse.
Because hours and minutes hadn’t heard of “slow motion”.
From Mur to Morava, let everyone forget me...
The last trains are leaving, the lottery tickets are choosing people,
and all in all I have no nice words for this time.
But I would drink another one in that name
and no one can stop me.
From Mur to Morava, let everyone forget me,
if I even mean anything to anyone.
Terrible advices come to me from the very edge of mind,
but I would like to live in my own way.
1. River in Central Europe, rising in Austria2. Major river system in Serbia