Našao sam lepo drvo i pod njim iskopao grob.
U njega sam bacio telo, misao i reč,
Sve ono čemu nekad bejah rob,
Samo senke blede,
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Kroz zavesu slane vode,
u zagrljaju ledene magle,
Vidim lice koje otvara usta,
kao da govori,
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I could not resist to watch,
despite the chill that pinched my spine,
to look away I simply could not,
a sight so eerie and divine.
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I died a long, long time ago,
it was an untimely death,
but still i linger, rightly so,
with nothing at all to regret.
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I have searched a thousand mountains,
and a million roads I crossed,
I roamed the seven seas
and ne'er did i get lost.
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smrt pije kafu gorku i hladnu.
kao da život nije dovoljno gorak.
svaki trenutak i korak po korak.
i sve noći koje padnu.
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look into the mirror of tear painted sky.
its only reflecting the
truth we´ve been rejecting,
the truth that s sobbing buried
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It was on that foggy day.
mid December years ago.
I finished digging up the grave.
then covered it up with muddy snow.
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