A field full of colorful flowers
have sung thousands of times,
painted thousands of times
those who enjoy beauty.
I always wondered
what kind of the feelings were
those who are that field
sung a thousand times,
a thousand times painted
when it was covered,
in vain, spilled blood.
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Bojno polje
Polje puno šarenog cvijeća
su hiljade puta opjevali,
hiljade puta oslikali
oni koji uživaju u ljepoti.
Uvijek sam se pitao kakva
osjećanja su imali oni koji su
to polje hiljadu puta opjevali,
hiljadu puta oslikali
kad je bilo prekriveno,
uzalud, prolivenom krvlju.
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