You break a piece of imagination
for the one who loves the truth,
and put it with the hand in his mouth.
He can think it's luck knocking at his door,
but when swallow a bitter bit,
he realizes that is deceived.
He's happy for a moment because
loves the hand that feeds him,
but he don't know that this
is a dangerous attraction.
Cheaters of others fate
are lovers of low passion.
They are like movies about
nasty, but pleasant sex.
They always have a fatal ending.
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Niske strasti
Odlomiš parče mašte
za onog koji voli istinu
i tvojom rukom mu je staviš usta.
On može pomisliti da je sreća
pokucala na njegova vrata,
ali kad proguta bljutav zalogaj,
i kad shvati da je prevaren,
srećan je za trenutak
jer voli ruku koja ga hrani,
ali ne zna da je to
opasna privlačnost.
Varalice tuđih sudbina su
ljubitelji niskih strasti.
Oni su kao filmovi o nastranom,
ali prijatnom seksu.
Uvijek imaju fatalan kraj.
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