She threw her white in mud,
she took off her gold.
She went away, no one knows where,
she wrote to no one.
And no one knows if she will return,
or if she is happy there.
And no one knows if she will return,
or if she is happy there.
Doesn't this story sound familiar to you?
We are both trapped in that beautiful city,
Belgrade,
where we loved each other.
Doesn't this story sound familiar to you?
We are both trapped in that beautiful city,
Belgrade,
where we loved each other.
There in a faraway city,
the memory stayed there.
On two young people and a love for which I picked roses.
On two young people and a love for which I picked roses.
She went away, no one knows where,
she wrote to no one.
And no one knows if she will return,
or if she is happy there.
And no one knows if she will return,
or if she is happy there.
Doesn't this story sound familiar to you?
We are both trapped in that beautiful city,
Belgrade,
where we loved each other.
Doesn't this story sound familiar to you?
We are both trapped in that beautiful city,
Belgrade,
where we loved each other.
Doesn't this
story sound familiar to you?
We are both trapped in that beautiful city,
Belgrade, where we loved each other.
Doesn't this story sound familiar to you?
We are both trapped in that beautiful city,
Belgrade,
where we loved each other.