My grave will be
in the sunflower field.
Instead of a monument
there will be a scarecrow.
No one will be able to see
epitaph on my lips:
"You are my sunflower.
My life was spinning towards you."
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Moj epitaf
Moj grob će biti
u polju suncokreta.
Umjesto spomenika
stajaće strašilo za vrane.
Niko neće moći da vidi
epitaf na mojim usnama:
"Ti si moj suncokret.
Moj život se okretao prema tebi."
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