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Generacija Bez Buducnosti - Riders dressed in black

Black riders came into my life
They’ve put my faith on a blade of knife
But we are looking trought the clouds
We are searching for the sun
We are praying to our god
To be free

The stormy sky’s can’t stand forever
Those riders can’t bit us whatever
We will survive
We’ll make them cry
We will survive
We’ll make them cry

On our land
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
On our land

- hvala ifta