You have a powerful weapon, women.
When you feel that you have no where,
that is true for your heels;
you turn your back and you run away.
You know that you will not come anywhere far,
but your spite is shamelessly rejoice
to new victory of the one who not dare
to see a voice of the fate in the face.
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Glas sudbine
Imaš moćno oružje, ženo.
Kad osjetiš da nemaš kud,
da ti je istina za petama;
ti okreneš leđa i pobjegneš.
Znaš da nećeš nigdje daleko stići,
ali se tvoj inat bestidno se raduje
novoj pobjedi onoga koji ne smije
da pogleda glasu sudbine u lice.
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