Sam ze sobą Lyrics

A touch of your word, I dance on the edge

Encouraged by millions of looks down

It makes that only drop of my wounded will

Falls on the heads of fixed spectators

When I stay in the zone of my imagination

When there’s no one above me

Sacred people, sacred faith, sacred speech

I see signs of blindness and desire

In silence where you are

But you aren’t next to me

When your fear and questions

Are falling down on me

Mystic eyes, someone’s calling god – maybe

Where meaning lives and target with no name

Lack of your word, I dance of the edge

Someone’s says: “it’s so beautiful below”

And pull the hand with a sneer

“Curious, how much you want

For selling god today?”