Don't look for anything better.
Don't look for anything more beautiful.
We enjoy in music of milions.
Millions of sighs are in us.
Millions of sweet pain in the stomach.
Let's enjoy the music of whose
the sky has no end.
Heaven at the door of a vice.
Heaven after sweet sin.
We enjoy the music that brings the morning.
Good morning, my dear.
This is Albinoni.
This is Adagio.
22.10.2011.
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Muzika miliona (Dobro jutro)
Nemoj tražiti ništa bolje.
Nemoj tražiti ništa ljepše.
Uživamo u muzici miliona.
Milioni uzdaha su u nama.
Milioni slatkih bolova u stomaku.
Uživajmo u muzici čije
nebo nema kraj.
Nebo na vratimaporoka.
Nebo posle slatkog grijeha.
Uživamo u muzici koja donosi jutro.
Dobro jutro, mila moja.
Ovo je Albinoni.
Ovo je Adađo.
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Let's enjoy the music of whose the sky has no end./// lovely poem