under the treetops
there’s a law of memory
turning it into a dream
there’s a law of dreaming
turning it into a shadow
there’s a law of time
turning it into a pale moment
ne ostavljaj pod krosnjama
zapise zemljane
po zakonu sjecanja
od njih ostace san
po zakonu sanjanog
od njih ostace sjen
po zakonu vremena
samo blijedi tren
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