Under the treetops
In the nests
From twilight
Without a dawn
My hair
Under the fingers
Within the hands
From twilight
In blindness
My yearning
Under the eaves
Wet
In the quest
Killed
My shadow
Pod krosnjama
U gnijezdima
Od sumraka
Bez svitanja
Moja kosa
Pod prstima
U sakama
Od primraka
U sljepilu
Moja ceznja
Pod strehama
Pokisla
Traganjem
Ubijena sjen
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