My heart eats from the hand
of a predator that feeds it
with fond memories.
I'm not losing anything
and I get nothing
because what I had,
long ago, I have not
so I can't lose it.
Just sometimes I sleep restless
as a victim who dreamed of love.
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Samo ponekad nemirno spavam
Moje srce jede iz ruke
predatora koji ga hrani
lijepim uspomenama.
Ništa ne gubim
i ništa ne dobijam
jer ono što sam imao,
odavno, nemam
pa ga ne mogu izgubiti.
Samo, ponekad, nemirno spavam
kao žrtva koja sanjala o ljubavi
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