Ja sam andjeo sa neba i bezobrazna kad hocu, ja cutim, al` kad treba pevam danju pevam nocu, zahtevna k`o dete, a u dusi sam romantik, ja se klonim svake stete, al` za frkom sam fanatik
I like to pretend I'm alone. Completely alone. Maybe post-apocalypse or plague... Whatever. No-one left to act normal for. No need to hide who I really am. It would be... freeing.