Realities to forget

If olny you would’ve accepted my love that night

You would know how life goes, how businesses run
How the heart feels when it is in this love, tight!

I’m sure i would smile, i’m sure i would flinch
According to your tantrums, according to your lips

I’m sure i would travel to all of your cities,
In a pinch… 
I was stuck on a road, so all i could do was call to make sure everything was okay

I thought i was helping you find your way home
By letting you go
Beside your father… close to your mom

When will you realize that they are not waiting for you?
When will I realize Vienna is not waiting for me too?
When will I realise that there are things that i cannot undo?

If i would take back time i wouldnt remeber a name 
Just to save myself a heartbreak
I wouldn’t need to rescue myself again

I’d stop and wait for her to do
Her part, her things,
When will I realise that i can’t control everything?

In retrospect things would be different, 
I’d have less miles on my wheels,
a frequent flyer in my pocket, 
back and forth to you, back and forth to me.

I will not forget i will not forgive
I have things to arrange 
I have explicit duties to fix
I have people to save

From things that they don’t know
A story line that they missed 

September coming too fast
I can’t keep up with this itch on my heart
A field full of rabbits 
My eyes still on the shark

And i can’t come back
We both know that
There are roads, stories, eyes
Names, that i can not neglect 

Vision full of debris from 
That collision of the past

I can’t touch on what was done,
Without interfering with the future
Prej disa gjërave s’ka Shpëtim
Keshtu qe…

Me duhet te pranoj jo vetem nje deshtim
Por nje linje prodhimi plot gabime 
qe peshojne mbi shpirtin tim

Nuk dua ta them por s’dua te harroj
Pjese e zgjedhjeve qe bejme 
Jane situatat neper te cilat duhet te vrapoj

Prej disa gjerave Shpetim s’te duhet!
Mjafton te mesosh, te permirsosh
Thjesht te lekundesh. Pa humbje

Nuk eshte e thjesht te kujtohet e shkuara
Kur fokusi mbetet ne jeten qe vjen
Nje pafundesi e ndodhive te çuditshme
Pasoje e optimizmit tim.

S’ka Pollog qe e permbush
Te verteten e realitetit tim…
Kur ende rrugeve kerkoj
Fytyra dhe emra pa mbarim, pa kuptim

Fytyra qe ne fund te dites
Nuk ishin as perjetim…

Disa gjerave eshte veshtire tu japësh nje shpjegim
Disa gjerave… veshtire tu vesh nje çmim

I hope one day you’ll understand
the realities that i now need to forget
How the past would be of a different fabric
The future… of a different scent

If you only would’ve accepted my love… then!

West gates are open, East gates closed
Some old stories are fresher than the new ones

Dear love i always know what stories to bring
I just know that i need to find a new song to sing!

Written, Voiced and Edited by Besart Cani