Love is a part of life
but he can't die.
You can bury her,
for example, to Per Lachaise *
but she will be still alive.
If you want to see her again dig it out,
but it will have the same shine.
Then imagine that, the morning paper,
in Paris, will write that some fool,
from Bosnia, is digging in the cemetery of love.
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Groblje ljubavi
Ljubav je dio života
ali ne može umrijeti.
Možeš je sahraniti,
recimo, čak Per Lašezu*,
ali ona će biti uvijek živa.
Ako poželiš da je ponovo vidiš
otkopaj je ali imaće isti sjaj
i zamisli da će jutarnje novine,
u Parizu, pisati da je neka budala,
iz Bosne, kopala po groblju ljubavi.
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