You once told me
you loved the Little Prince,
a book about a boy
who had problems with growing up.
You played the French maid
who read French fairy tales.
When you came back again
I suffered your childhood
year, two, and I went.
I bought the Little Prince book.
I'll read it the way it's written.
You must read The Prayer of a writer
who wrote the Little Prince,
and you will understand
why you will forever to stay
the imagination that dreams
that a lie can be true.
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Molitva Malog Princa
Jednom si mi pričala
da voliš knjigu Mali princ,
knjigu o dječaku koji je imao
probleme sa odrastanjem.
Glumila si francusku sobaricu
koja čita francuske bajke.
Kada si se ponovo vratila
trpio sam tvoje djetinjarije
godinu, dvije i otišao sam.
Kupio sam knjigu Mali Princ.
Čitaću je onako kako je napisana.
Ti pročitaj Molitvu pisca Malog Princa
i biće ti jasno zašto ćeš zauvijek
ostati mašta koja sanja
da laž može biti istina.
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I would like to translate this poem
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