1968.
Year 1968.
That was my, bad choice:
Black and shiny
as the eyes of a gypsy,
sweet as the call to sin
and the path is winding and unsteady.
I don't know bouquet*
and the wine route in 1968.,
but still, red, dense wine
I drink for a sin.
Tonight it illuminated my memory
to the character of the woman I loved.
* A feeling that leaves the color,
aroma and taste of the wine.
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1968.
Godište 1968.
To je bio moj, loš izbor:
Crno i sjajno kao oči ciganke,
slatko kao poziv na grijeh
a put krivudav i nestalan.
Ne znam buke* i vinski put 1968.
Crno, gusto vino
i dalje pijem za grijeh.
Noćas mi vino je osvjetlilo sjećanje
na lik žene koju sam volio.
* Osjećaj koji ostavlja
boja miris i ukus vina.
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