Man, I gotta weigh in on this one—even if Predin wrote it, the whole thing was built for Arsen. Trains, that deep melancholy, betrayal, that late-night vibe that feels like something forbidden... it’s pure Arsen. A total classic.
Now is my five minutes,
No tie, shirt unbuttoned,
And if you wipe my tracks away,
I'm just a Plesač dancing alone.
Now is my five minutes,
The puška straža pjevati sing,
And when dawn swallows the night,
They give those songs back to them.
I only think those thoughts,
The ones I know are forbidden.
And when I return, I'll be the same guy,
At the station praying: Wait for me.
Today the stars feel close,
I reach out on my toes, and they're right there,
Just so I can tuck them in my pocket,
Fortune favors the brave.
I only think those thoughts,
The ones I know are forbidden...
And when I return, I'll be the same guy,
At the station praying: Wait for me.
Then I'll be your hero,
For our eternal hours,
A doormat, the shadow of your dog,
And I'll be a noose,
A vessel for children,
Coffee in bed and a lover from the bottom.
I only think those thoughts,
The ones I know are forbidden...
And when I return, I'll be the same guy,
At the station praying: Wait for me.