MARIJA JURAČIĊ

JOSIP ERGOVIĊ

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If one day I die,

and I know I will,

who wll read to me Prevert?

 Who will city rains

call the rains of Brest?

Who will kiss you

loony

as if to be angry,

as if to forgive?

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 If one day I die,

and I know I will,

let it be at night

`cause that lonely struggle

is more like midnight huggle.

At night our thoughts flee

woven in the clouds.

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On that special night

whose hungry hand will reach out,

gently seeking yours,

and lay down shining star

over your soft pillow?

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 Who will seduce you,

with both skin and the sound

of the silly verses?

 Those that you lough at

although I know you love them.

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 If one day I die,

or night

it doesn`t matter,

say that it was good,

say that

it was worth it.

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 AKO JEDNOGA DANA UMREM

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