The weight of loneliness
presses my sleepless night.
It's daylight. The birds are singing.
Why am I writing a sad poem
when is a new day born?
Blame this night.
I did not want, again,
dreaming you with open eyes.
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Krivac je ova noć
Težina samoće pritišće
moju, neprospavanu noć.
Sviće dan. Pjevaju ptice.
Zašto pišem tužnu pjesmu
kad se rađa novi dan?
Krivac je ova noć.
Ja nisam želio da te, ponovo,
sanjam otvorenih očiju.
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