No one can stab me a sorrow to the heart
because it has long been a thorns in it.
It healed the wound of memories on beauty.
It's numb in him, which was sad.
My heart doesn't feel pain for a long time.
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Utrnulo srce
Ne može mi niko zabosti tugu
u srce jer u njemu je odavno trn.
Zarasla su u njemu sjećanja na lijepo.
Utrnulo je u njemu što je bilo tužno,
zato moje srce, odavno, ne osjeća bol.
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