Death
Goran Bregović Lyrics

A howling wind is whistling in the night
The surroundings are cold and intensely eerie.

My dog is growling in the dark
Even the dog is gripped with fear of the darkness.

Something's pulling me outside
The singer senses an inexplicable urge to venture out.

To ride around in circles
The artist is aimless in his pursuit.

I know that you have got the time
The artist trusts his companion to be available for his personal needs.

Coz anything I want, you do
The singer believes that his companion would comply with all his desires.

You'll take a ride through the strangers
The singer seeks to traverse unknown territories with his companion.

Who don't understand how to feel
The locals are unfamiliar with the artist's intentions.

In the deathcar, we're alive
Despite the danger of being in the car, the artist feels an adrenaline rush.

In the deathcar, we're alive
The artist repeats his previous assertion.

I'll let some air come in the window
The singer is taking control of the environment in the car.

Kind of wakes me up a little
The artist is in need of heightened awareness.

I don't turn on the radio
The singer prefers to control his thoughts in the silence.

Coz they play shit, like.... You know
The singer has a low opinion of the radio's playlist.

When your hand was down on my dick
The singer reminisces about sexual intimacy.

It felt quite amazing
The artist enjoyed the physical pleasure.

And now that, that is all over
The artist is no longer in that moment.

All we've got is the silence
The singer is struggling to move on from the past and is left in a state of silence.

In the deathcar, we're alive
The singer feels more alive in the danger of the car.

In the deathcar, we're alive
The artist reiterates his previous exclamation.

So come on mandolins, play
The artist calls for the music to fill the silence and create a brighter environment.

When I touched you
The artist reminds himself of the physical sensation of touching his companion.

I felt that you still had your baby fat
The singer could sense the youthfulness of his companion.

And a little taste of baby's breath
The artist longs for the purity of childhood.

Makes me forget about death
The singer is reminded of life's preciousness.

At your age you're still joking
The companion has cherubic innocence and jokes around.

It ain't time yet for the choking
There is still time left for the companion to grow and enjoy life.

So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
The artist and companion can now enjoy a cinematic experience and understand each other better.

In the deathcar, we're alive
The artist reiterates his heightened sense of being alive in the car.

In the deathcar, we're alive
The singer repeats his previous declaration.

I want to hear some mandolins
The singer seeks the comfort of music in the environment.