Generation 42 |
| Strange and sudden came the storm that night |
| Night of terror, nineteen forty two |
| Seemed those clouds would only bring us snow |
| Instead there came a war |
| Green soldiers at the door and fear |
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| And so I was for all that night |
| To dream of all the freedom |
| Where bells could ring and we could sing |
| And I could cry |
| Without a hand to cover my mouth |
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| Back in nineteen forty two, my generation |
| All we ever had to do was sleep and cry for milk |
| Back in nineteen forty two, my generation |
| All we ever had to do was try to keep alive |
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| Time has shoveled all those memories |
| Schoolfriends and the dreams we dreamed of then |
| Big ideas of how we'd reach success |
| Be famous, move the world |
| Be loved by pretty girls and old |
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| Those days seem so far away |
| We've all made our own lives |
| As years go by, the more I try |
| To find out where |
| Those friends live, work, sing, where are they now? |
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| Friends of nineteen forty two, my generation |
| Do they all have families and children of their own? |
| Friends of nineteen forty two, my generation |
| They all have their grown-up dreams, that's just how it should be |
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Zlatko Pejaković
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Kornelije Kovač
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