Lyrics: Goran Vlašić
Music: Goran Vlašić/Antun Maloseja/Sanjin Anić/Branimir Božak
Sold your bribe for a coldest drink
If you thought, now we both go to sleep
I see, the rose cry
Keep you out and he’ll keep you in
Don’t look back, it revolves around soul
What a fool is this soul blind
O Hear him out, as his voice is blue
Come along, advice that was right
About the one and the only
Cotton Rose the unworldly thing
Assertions will become more violent
But the thought, it will flourish
us Of some, red hands, this warm wind that is blowing
into night, where spoon of red is waiting
from right, two eyes, embroiled in its whiteness
free, to sat them in the circle
Hold, I, want to see your laughter
Hold her down, hold her down, hold her collar strong
But the voice soft keeps you going slow
It keeps you going on