I dreamed that I'm Indian warrior
Whose wife called Moonlight Shine
I said "Hello" and woke up with a smile:
I saw in my hand was cup of red wine.
I drank happily from a glass
But my dream I have to refuse
Becouse I'm only a lonely poet
Whose a distant wife called: My Muse.
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San o mojoj Muzi
Sanjao sam da sam indijanski ratnik
čija se žena zove Mjesečev sjaj
Rekao sam Zdravo i probudio me osmijeh:
Vidio sam u ruci čašu crnog vina
Nagnuo sam radosno iz te čaše
ali sam odbio moje snove da napustim
jer ja sam samo usamljeni pjesnik
čija se daleka žena zove: Moja muza.
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