You expect an answer,
you are angry that I'm silent.
Touch me with your hand
and you will feel cold.
Hit your head on me
to learn what pain is.
Maybe then you'll understand
that I became like you:
Plain, stone wall.
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Kameni zid
Očekuješ odgovor
i ljutiš zato što ćutim.
Dodirni me rukom,
i osjetićeš da sam hladan.
Udari glavom u mene
da naučiš šta je bol.
Možda ćeš tada shvatiti
da sam postao sličan tebi:
Običan, kameni zid.
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