Did you know that dreams
can get sick in one word?
Dreams are like oxygen.
They do not have color, smell and taste,
but, without them, we can not live.
Once upon a time, when you were weak,
You said you had a paralysis of sleep.
I gave you a miracle remedy for days
who treats sick dreams.
You were happy and would sometimes cure.
I would only become my own.
You only need yourself.
Then I was sick of sorrow.
Sadness is the disease of those
who rejoiced in vain.
You are a language expert,
I know for a long time,
but I'm not surprised
that you do not understand me.
In both languages you speak,
the word from which dreams,
only has three capital letters.
Maybe you invented them:
LIE - LAŽ
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Ekspert za jezike
Jesi li znala da se snovi
mogu razboljeti od jedne riječi?
Snovi su kao kiseonik.
Nemaju boju, miris i ukus,
ali, bez njih, ne možemo živjeti.
Jednom davno, kad si bila slaba,
rekla si da imaš paralizu sna.
Danima sam ti davao čudotvorni lijek
koji liječi bolesne snove.
Bila si sretna i ponekad bi ozdravila.
Postajala bi tada samo svoja.
Bilo ti je potrebno samo tvoje Ti.
Tada sam se ja razbolio od tuge.
Tuga je bolest onih koji se uzalud raduju.
Ekspert si za jezike, odavno znam,
ali me ne čudi što me ne razumiješ.
Na oba jezika koja govoriš,
riječ od koje boluju snovi,
ima samo tri velika slova.
Možda si je ti izmislila.
Ime joj je LIE ~ LAŽ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem