The dream is beating there
and you are beating here
like a hope getting old beneath the dawn
like a bird trapped in its feathers
and everything's been unfulfilled
like a well with no water
or an empty room
or like you
like you
tamo kuca san
odje kucas ti
kao pod svitanjem ostarjela nada
kao pod paperjem zarobljena ptica
i sve neispunjeno
kao bunar bez vode
ili prazna soba
ili kao ti
kao ti
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