It was midnight and it seemed to you
that you heard a nightingale song.
The owl's roar doesn't announce the day.
In the middle of the darkness, at parting,
is was late for the sound of love.
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Pjesma zakašnjelog slavuju
Bila je ponoć i učinilo ti se
da si čula pjesmu slavuja.
Huk sove nije najavio dan.
Usred mraka, na rastanku,
bilo je kasno za zvuk ljubavi.
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