Ona [English translation]

They call me "She"

No one remembers my name

Every night I fly around here

Filters for pain are blocked

Hey that's great for me

Nice club, but too many faces

I'm an old self-killer

I'm coming back again for your "No"

Again, to hit myself from your chest

My craziness judges me

Everybody has their own way of expressing anger, their own way

You love her

The way she talks, hey look at her walk

What a makeup, look at her clothes

When she looks, she pokes you like a needle

You love her

She's in for the goodies, some big shot's goodies

When she walks in, the whole room is on fire

She's hell on high heels

They call me "She", you call me that too

But my ego is untouched

Looks may fool you

Destination is not as important as the journey,

I fall and get up again and again

Hey that's great for me

I'll walk all over my promises, all what I said more or less

Who would be able to be held by their words when by your side

• Artist:Ceca
• Album:Ljubav Zivi