Jako, Jako Slabo Srce Zavodis
Fragile Heart That You Ignite
Miris
benzina,
mandarina,
pismo
na
brisacu,
tvoje
stope
na
mom
otiracu,
bacas
cini
ili
mi
se
cini
negdje
u
zraku
zamirises
mi
u
ovom
mraku.
Jako,
jako
slabo
srce
zavodis,
sekund
mi
fali,
sekund
mali
zar
ne
vidis.
Nocno
sunce
mjesec
kao
srce
biber
na
kolacu
tvoje
stope
na
mom
otiracu.
The
scent
of
gasoline,
tangerines,
a
message
on
a
napkin,
your
footprints
on
my
towel,
you're
lighting
matches,
or
so
it
seems,
somewhere
in
the
air,
I
smell
you
amidst
this
obscurity.
A
fragile
heart
that
you
ignite,
I
lack
a
second,
a
mere
moment,
can't
you
see?
The
moon,
a
nocturnal
sun,
like
a
heart,
paprika
on
a
pastry,
your
footprints
on
my
towel.