Tuga iz Porsche [English translation]

A star is falling above Balkan

Cold whiskey behind the wheel

And I don’t know where is it going 200 (km/h)

This sadness from Porsche

A tear is falling at Balkan

It hasn’t fallen for a long time

And I don’t know where is it going 200 (km/h)

This sadness from Porsche

The City of Angels, the night is so cold, and you’re not here

The City of angels, that’s not for you

The City of Angels, the night is so cold, and you’re not here

The City of angels, that’s not for you

Four sides of world

I’m coming flying

It smells like December

Your hair full of snow

I’m not there again, I’m sorry Lord

You know that I was dreaming of her last night

This morning I’m getting into Prosche from BMW

To the Highway to hell

They’re calling me on stage, I’m in Berlin tonight

We haven’t spoken in a while, but you know I love winter

Heart in Sibir, pills on wine

And I’m down at zero again, see you in casino

Open a limbo, slow down the speed

First snow has fallen, streets on cocaine

Open a limbo, slow down the speed

I’m kid of white city, I know every curve

A star is falling above Balkan

Cold whiskey behind the wheel

And I don’t know where is it going 200 (km/h)

This sadness from Porsche

A tear is falling at Balkan

It hasn’t fallen for a long time

And I don’t know where is it going 200 (km/h)

This sadness from Porsche

The City of Angels, the night is so cold, and you’re not here

The City of angels, that’s not for you

The City of Angels, the night is so cold, and you’re not here

The City of angels, that’s not for you

Good morning Milano

See you Lugano

Good evening Chicago

Good night, my wound

Same nightmare again and cold mornings

A-a-a like January

Kiss me just today

I don’t know where I’m going tomorrow

But I would preferably go yo her arms

They’re calling me on stage, I’m in Berlin tonight

We haven’t spoken in a while, but you know I love winter

Heart in Sibir, pills on wine

And I’m down at zero again, see you in casino

Open a limbo, slow down the speed

First snow has fallen, streets on cocaine

Open a limbo, slow down the speed

I’m kid of white city, I know every curve

A star is falling above Balkan

Cold whiskey behind the wheel

And I don’t know where is it going 200 (km/h)

This sadness from Porsche

A tear is falling at Balkan

It hasn’t fallen for a long time

And I don’t know where is it going 200 (km/h)

This sadness from Porsche