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Inescapable

It was quite simple to resist irresistible and act like there is nothing among us.
I could look perfectly cold in front of you but now the colour of your voice overheated me inside.

I might escape inescapable, but maybe I don’t want it this time.
Your touch overheated me inside.
We may silently walk away from here and continue to dance in the shadow, under the midnight sky.

I was able to avoid this kind of collide, but it seems I shall not this time.
Your breath overheated me inside.

It was near impossible to put my shield down so fast and let someone to cover me with the waves of wicked desire in the way you dared, under the midnight sky.

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The heart of the storm

I can’t explain why I feel what I feel when you’re next to me.
I can’t explain why I’m smiling while I’m buying return ticket.

I don’t know where the world is going and what will the future bring.
Now all I want is kissing you slowly like this day has no end, until we hit the heart of the storm.

I don’t know where the world is going and what will the future bring, but if the fire between us is warm enough we’ll keep this seed alive.

I can’t explain why I feel what I feel when you’re next to me, but if our passion is deep enough we’ll keep this song alive.

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Our love is more than art (Audio)

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My jewel in the Alps

I still hear the sound of Isar while I’m walking to the Thames to catch the morning light.
I still feel the smell of Munich’s English Garden under the London sky.

Do you think about us when the night is getting colder, do you read between the lines?
If you look across the mountain you’ll see no matter where I’m landed I’m fighting for us.

I still hear the sound of Danube while I’m walking to the Thames to catch the morning light.
If you look across the mountain you’ll see I’ll give the ocean for that sea in your eyes, you are still my jewel in the Alps.

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While morning is coming

As I’m walking through the Airport I’m trying to slow down to write you one sentence or two while you are asleep.

Maybe it’s not much, but all I can do in this moment is let you know that I would rather be near you to wake you with long kisses and smell of coffee while morning is coming.

Maybe it’s not much but all I can do in this moment is let you know I would rather be near you to leave me breathless with your smile as I’m making breakfast for two while morning is coming.

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Our love is more than art

When you’ll rest your lips on mine you will feel deep inside I didn’t come to you with only half of my heart.
When you’ll rest your soul in my arms you will feel deep inside of you I didn’t come to you to give you less than you deserve.

When I’ll rest my lips on every part of your body you will feel inside of your heart we share same melody and our love is more than art.
When I’ll rest my soul in your arms you will find out I’m here with my whole heart and that there is no reason for guilt from your side ’cause you cannot steal what already is yours.

When you’ll look into my eyes you will feel deep inside I’ll stay by your side with whole my heart, by my own choice as long as you want it.
I won’t replace you ’cause our love is more than art.

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Preduboke rijeke teku u nama

Prebrzo život ide da ga pratim, shvatim svaki stih, svaku notu odsviram na vrijeme.
Prebrzo prolaze dani da svaki vlak uhvatim.

Znam da neću moći uvijek naći prave riječi kada krene nevrijeme.

Prebrzo prolaze sati i znam da neću stići dovoljno ti dati.
Prekratke su, mila, noći, a preduboke rijeke teku u nama i neće nam za rukom poći ispit svaku kap prije svitanja.

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Suviše te poštujem

Kad na svakoj pori tvojoj zastanem usnama vrelu rosu prolit ćeš po mojim rukama.
Dozvolit ćeš da osjetim koliko se daješ kad se predaješ i pitat ćeš se zašto poslije svega kucam i kad vrata odškrineš.

Sklanjam nas sa kiše glasina, suviše sam svoj da dozvolim da netko treći pjesmu piše o nama.

Suviše te poštujem da pred tebe stavim svu prašinu sa ulica pa pravim se da ne znam što o nama govore, da u moju postelju dolaziš da bar jednom ljubav osjetiš, jer slutiš da vodu drži ono što o meni se priča.

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Now you got that chance

Now you got the chance to give your voice for us, because it takes two for this all.

I can be strong for both and sell everything I have to buy hours with you without knowing whether you will be a home or a shelter to me, but do not ask me to search a place for us instead of you because it takes two for this dance.

Now you got the chance to stand for yourself, because you need to be who you are so I could be yours.
I can be strong for both, but do not ask me to make a decision instead of you, because it takes two for this flight.