July '98
Marko Krstevski
I want one more day like we are still in July of 1998
To feel your touch and you to hold me in your arms
I can see your face when I look in the mirror
I can see your face when I'm imagining a hero
I want one more day like it's July of 1998
And everybody says that the good die young
But I don't care cоs I want you still around
17 Years filled with tears
17 Years filled with sadness and pain