Tose Proeski & Goca Trzan - 1200 milja

1200 Miles

 

If the wind even once more
says your name
I will take the first road
that opens up for me

Let the first one that wants
wind up like a doll

happiness is blind it only
follows more stubborn ones

Live one thousand and two hundred miles away from here
and another thousand two hundred not to bring you back
live thousand and two hundred days if you dare
and I give you one more night to repent

I will fall in any hands
that are reaching towards me
they may not know to calm down my blood
nor to disarm me

It doesn’t matter, they are all better
I forget all of them by the morning
I don’t mind, they are all the ones
they are all good to be left