I took off the headphones
and I asked you:
"Do you hear the organ!
It's time for Adagio
and the view at sunset.
I think you can do it."
There was a terrible noise from your room,
only wild, mutilated rockandroll,
and I saw purple light
from a darkness of your lost thoughts.
I put on the headphones again,
and I continued to listen to Albinoni.
I looked at your sunset.
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Rekvijem za T.
Skinuo sam slušalice
i upitao sam te:
"Čuješ li orgulje!
Odavno je vrijeme za Adađo
i pogled u zalazak sunca.
Mislim da ti to možeš."
Iz tvoje sobe se čula strašna buka,
samo divlji, unakaženi rokendrol,
i vidjela se ljubičasta svjetlost
iz mraka tvojih, izgubljenih misli.
Ponovo sam stavio slušalice,
i nastavio sam da slušam Albinonija.
Gledao sam u zalazak tvog sunca.
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