Make your final move,
Don't say a word
sit next to me,
look at me
straight in the eyes...
Don't try to escape...
There's no turning back,
It's meaningless now
just blow out
the candlelights...
'Cause it's my blues to you,
and you can throw it away,
you can tear it in pieces,
just look at me
straight in the eye…
There's one thing you don't know
You just can't understand,
Why the wounded eagle
Never shows his broken wing.
Ain't gonna be a sunshine,
Ain't gonna be a fairytale
It will be, you know,
Something to remember
Cause it's my blues to you,
and you can throw it away,
you can tear it in pieces,
just look at me
straight in the eyes…
Look at me straight in the eye,
Look at me straight the eye
Look at me straight in the eye
And blow the candlelight.
Autor: Ivan Luketić
