Chasing the wind in a game of tag,
Tracing letters on your back,
I spy with my little eye – eye – eye.

Ice cream, ice cream, cherry on top,
Who’s your boyfriend? I forgot.
O-P-Q-R-S-T-U – you – you?

I’ll show you the things I can do with my sleight of hand.
I’ll show you my castles way up in the air.
I’ll show you the places where we can play hide and seek.
I’ll show you the places where they play for love.

Come out to play in my no man’s land,
Be my companion at fun and play,
Hop on my merry-go-round.

Woman standing strong
Stronger than she ever was
her hair is flying
watching the wind coming across

Ev’ry day she is
one step closer to the sun
closer to the sun-
all those walls are falling down.

The voices from afar
don’t let them be unheard
there are still things to be done,
there are still lessons to be learned.

Ev’ry day she is
one step closer to the sun
closer to the sun-
all those walls are falling down.

TVOJ GLAS K’O SAN,
MIO I DRAG.
VODI KROZ MRAK I
I ZAČARAN PUT

Don’t believe in labels
I don’t need no ranks
To step out of the darkness
Sisters have opened the way !

Ev’ry day she is
one step closer to the sun
closer to the sun-
all those walls are falling down.

It’s not wrong to be scared
living under the dome
trying to find a hole or gap
to get away.

And it’s confusing
when you see your friends,
they are whirling
through the years to pay their dues.
Too much love for material things
but it’s your faith and love that you can lose.

They’re the sticky air that you have to breathe.
They’re the sticky money that you have to pay.
The reins are being tightened with every day
and you don’t believe any of those words they say.

It doesn’t matter
how high the wall is
that you’re building all around me,
or how hard you try to squeeze my skin.
If you look left or right
look back or straight ahead,
it’s the difference that makes us great.

And you get tired, tired of running,
you’re not made for running oh so fast.
You are not alone in this game.
You don’t have to be afraid.

Don’t believe a word they say
I don’t want to play their game.

No mountain too high,
no valley too low.
Step by step with love,
how far can we go?

Hold me, hold me,
don’t let go.
The stars will show the way.

Love me, love me.
Don’t mistrust our love.
Our love will take us there.

Step by step, feet move.
Nothing to be afraid.
We almost reached the border,
we will start again.

But,it won’t be the same.

I’m happy to have you by my side
BY MY SIDE
BY MY SIDE

Here we are,
we are moving in patterns
our steps always rhyming.
Confidence,
by the sound of the words unspoken,
by the glow of our good intentions.

I look into your eyes….
I’m happy to have you by my side
BY MY SIDE
BY MY SIDE

Tvoj glas ko san mio i drag
Vodi kroz san i začaran put
(deine Stimme wie ein Traum so lieb und sanft.
Führt durch die Nacht und den verwunschen weg.)

Koštana\Bora Stanković
Prilagodjeni tekst iz mitketovog monologa „žal za mladost“

„Znaš li šta je karasevdah? I toj težak, golem karasevdah! Tuj bolest ja bolujem . Eve,ostare, a još se ne nažive, još ne napoja‘ i ne naceliva’… Još mi za lepotinju i ubavinju srce gine i vene! Aha!… Poj, koštana,kako majka sina imala, čuvala, ranila…cel život samo njega gledala, a sin – bolan! Bolan, bolan bija. Bolan od kako se rodija. – …“

Koštana\bora stanković
Angepasster text aus dem monolog vom Mitke „žal za mladost/trauer um die jugend“
„Weißt du was karasevdah ist? So einer schwerer, großer, karasevdah ist? Eh, Da runter leide ich. Schau‘, alt bin i worden, no hob i nett gnug g’sungen, net g’nug geküsst,..noch immer stirbt und siechtet mein Herz für die schönen und die hübschen. Sing Koštana wie die Mutter einen Sohn gehabt hat, nur auf ihn ganzes leben lang geschaut hat…und der Sohn…krank…krank seit er geboren würde…“

Imela imela imela okaka imela chineke imela ojoma
(Thank you, I thank you
I thank you, the one who  speaks and it is done
thank you my god, thank you, you are good)