Where we lost light
which our moon radiated?
Why we spent the night quickly
in which we have woven our letters
with the finest feelings.
Our mind knew
the day was dawning,
that the dawn is slowly
extinguishing the moon,
the light of our hope.
Maybe you were just a dream
written in letters: My Makeba.
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Moja Makeba
Gdje smo izgubili svjetlost
kojom je zračio naš mjesec?
Zašto smo brzo potrošili noć
u koju smo upleli naša slova
najfinijim osjećanjima?
Naš um je znao da sviće dan,
da zora polako gasi mjesec,
svjetlo naših nadanja.
Možda si ti bila samo san
napisan slovima: Moja Makeba.
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