When You was week
You was a roe deer wounded
with my shoulder to lean.
It was Neverending poem.
When you become strong
You was a Lioness that hunts prey.
Then empty soul whispered to me:
Be to the end with she.
Look, I'm here.
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Pogledaj, još sam ovdje
Kad si bila slaba
Bila si ranjena srna
naslonjena na moje rame.
Bila je to Beskrajna pjesma.
Kad si postala jaka
Bila si lavica koja lovi plijen.
Tada mi prazna duša šapnula:
Ostani do kraja pored nje.
Pogledaj, još sam ovdje.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then empty soul whispered to me: Be to the end with she. you became strong and you were a lioness...........look......... a fine poem. tony