We were the Children of the Seventies...
We were young, restless and bold...
We lived life as if we would live forever...
Never going to grow tired or old...
No matter what life threw our way...
We would always make the scene...
We would live our life on our own terms...
Live as if we were Forever 18...
......
The moon sneaks through the branches
Like hopes through my thoughts
He sneaks up and is still.
The night is listless and quiet
What does the moon foretell in silence?
We were the Children of the Seventies...
We were young, restless and bold...
We lived life as if we would live forever...
Never going to grow tired or old...
No matter what life threw our way...
We would always make the scene...
We would live our life on our own terms...
Live as if we were Forever 18...
......
Mjesec se kroz grane šunja
Kao kroz misli moje nadanja
Prikrao se i ćuti.
Noć je bezvoljna i šuti
Što to mjesec u tišini sluti
Čujem srce
Izađi i odagnaj moje slutnje
The moon sneaks through the branches
Like hopes through my thoughts
He sneaks up and is still.
The night is listless and quiet
What does the moon foretell in silence?
Mjesec se kroz grane šunja
Kao kroz misli moje nadanja
Prikrao se i ćuti.
Noć je bezvoljna i šuti
Što to mjesec u tišini sluti
Čujem srce
Izađi i odagnaj moje slutnje
We were the Children of the Seventies...
We were young, restless and bold...
We lived life as if we would live forever...
Never going to grow tired or old...
No matter what life threw our way...
We would always make the scene...
We would live our life on our own terms...
Live as if we were Forever 18...
......
We were the Children of the Seventies...
We were young, restless and bold...
We lived life as if we would live forever...
Never going to grow tired or old...
No matter what life threw our way...
We would always make the scene...
We would live our life on our own terms...
Live as if we were Forever 18...
......