Moje
se
mene
ne
dotice
My
dear,
it
doesn't
touch
me
Zalosti
blazenstva
nade
Sorrows,
blisses,
hopes
Mozda
je
sad
svet
u
ocima
Perhaps
now
the
world
is
in
your
eyes
Mozda
me
drugacijim
Perhaps
they
see
me
differently
Drugi
grade
Others
create
Klawam
se
i
zedan
osvicem
I
am
starving
and
thirsty
at
dawn
Uspomene
zeljne
da
se
voze
Memories
eager
to
ride
Mesec
je
hladan
ko
ruzica
The
moon
is
cold
as
a
rose
Mesec
je
trn
koji
me
The
moon
is
a
thorn
that
Nocas
bode
Tonight
pricks
me
Izgleda
opet
da
me
nema
It
seems
that
once
again
I
am
not
here
Mirisi,
tamjan
i
metlica
Incense,
a
broom,
and
aromas
Zalosti
blazenstva
nade
Sorrows,
blisses,
hopes
Mozda
je
sad
svet
u
rukama
Perhaps
now
the
world
is
in
your
hands
Mozda
me
drugacijim
Perhaps
they
see
me
differently
Drugi
grade
Others
create
Klanjam
se
i
zedan
osvicem
I
bow
down
and
thirsty
at
dawn
Uspomene
zeljne
da
se
voze
Memories
eager
to
ride
Mesec
je
hladan
ko
ruzica
The
moon
is
cold
as
a
rose
Mesec
je
trn
koji
me
The
moon
is
a
thorn
that
Nocas
bode
Tonight
pricks
me
Nebesa
pevaju
o
Slavi
The
heavens
sing
of
Glory
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