She asked Google:
"Something pierces me to the left.
That my heart was not weakened?
Something like playing me in my stomach."
He replied:
"Your pain is characteristic of the person
which have a pre-infarcted condition.
Immediately drink the tablet for calm."
He and she had no idea that she
only feels the butterflies in her stomach;
that she fell in love with some jerk
that sits in the first bench to the door.
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Gugle savjetnik
Pitala je Google:
"Nešto me probada se lijeve strane
da nije moje srce oslabilo.
Nešto kao da mi igra u stomaku."
On joj je odgovorio:
"Vaš bol je karakterističan za osobe
koje imaju predinfarktno stanje.
Hitno popijte tabletu za smirenje."
Ni on ni ona nisu imali pojma
da ona samo osjeća leptiriće u stomaku,
da se zaljubila u nekog klipana
koji sjedi u drugoj klupi do vrata.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem