You danced merrily
by my feelings.
I had a smile on face
as if touching me
gentle breeze.
I watched smiling
dance of the infidel bride.
I lit a fire to warm my heart.
I'm, with frozen soul,
gone into the past
to warm the memories,
but never to return.
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Ples nevjernice
Plesala si veselo
po mojim osjećanjima.
Imao sam osmijeh na licu
kao da me dodiruje
blagi maestral.
Nasmijan sam gledao
ples Nevjernice.
Zapalio sam vatru
da zagrijem srce.
Smrznute duše sam
otišao u prošlost
da ugrijem uspomene,
da se nikad ne vratim.
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