Song of Songs 2:1-7

Tebi majko misli lete,
Preko polja i planina,
Iz daleka primi pozdrav
Od jedinog tvoga sina.

U tudini ja sam sada.
Sudbina nas rastavila.
Da li cu te ikad vise
Ja vidjeti majko mila?

Zaboravit nikad necu,
Tvoje oci blage, mile,
I rucice, majko, tvoje,
Koje su me othranile.

i'd love to be in henderson
where anything is possible
and simple ideas become real,
real,real,real,real,real.
i love the fucking weather there
with a forecast of smiling
and a low front with no shame,
shame,shame,shame,shame,shame.
you hear the world so differently
it's a hell of a place
maybe i'll visit one soon day,
day,day,day,day,day.
or maybe,i'll move there and i'll stay.