Игри без граници [Igri bez granici] [English translation]

If I could only wake up

in a world of love

without old debts

and those ghosts

that are lurking me in my steps

If I could only hug you

so not to remember the autumn coldness

those sufferings

that were following us

And my life is games with no limits

tired story, torn pages

empty,not written (not finished)

And my life is continually falling

everything to be counted it will be left a defeat

old habits in me

If I could only wake you up

with morning coffee in the bed together

and then to kiss you

that it's missing for a long time

If I could only fall in love

in a little village girl on a dewy lawn

heavenly high

so (I) not to (be able to) see down

And my life is games with no limits

tired story, torn pages

empty,not written (not finished)

And my life is continually falling

everything to be count-it will be left a defeat

old habits in me

And that will remain...

• Artist:Toše Proeski