I'm not here to live,
I'm not here to support;
I'm here to learn my lessons
and leave once and for all.
Eyes, why are you crying?
Voice, why are you laughing?
While I'm in Serbia, I'm not supposed to feel
anything.
I'll make no friends with initiative and love;
crime should bring us all close.
The older I get, the more I understand.
The older I get, the less I respect.
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