Tekst i crtež: Marija Juračić

Prijevod: Josip Ergović

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Nothing unexpected didn`t happen here

there`s only few people still thinking for themselves

the same empty draft is blowing through the minds

they imprinted self-love into their dry hearts.

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They are grinning dumbly where they should be crying

where the mind hints teardrop they are laughing loudly

a sinister spirit lurks by every corner

It`s becoming too late for indulgent mourner.

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And these crazy birds that had fled the sky

in respect of sadness remaine hush at dawn

calling out at sunset in some lonely hours

sensing the departure of belated dreamers.

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The bird`s chirp is quiet, mysterious canon

sadly in the darkness singing in the shadows

I listen to them at night with joyful expression

They`re my final comfort, anointing salvation.