Текст песни црвених цветова - Припадок

I pick fruits from the trees
oh these red fruits of suicide
my friendlist is empty
funny days are long gone

push the falling push the falling push the falling push

moaning neighbors behind a thin wall
clean room timid square
vivisector hypermarket tape
I lie down on the table I'm very happy
I lie on a cold table I lie on a cold table I lie on a cold table I lie on a cold table

through thousands of petty everyday life
through hundreds of sleepless nights

death of a person is a surface of water death of a person is someone's footprints death of a person is a surface of water death of a person is someone's footprints