I feel spring in the middle of February,
In a smell, in a gentle wind,
in words that radiate understanding.
Just to remain a time like this.
In me is a storm like the blizzard.
My imagination try to find a hut
where the winter fire is cheerful burning
and I watch blizzard through the open window.
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Osjećanje
Osjećam proljeće usred februara.
U nekom mirisu, u blagom vjetru,
u riječima koje zrače razumjevanjem.
Samo da potraje ovakvo vrijeme.
U meni je bura kao da je mećava.
Maštam da pronađem neku kolibu
u kojoj veselo gori zimska vatra
pa da gledam mećavu kroz otvoren prozor.
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