Bezazleno nestajem u pojanju tvojih postanja
dok oprošlošćene pojavnosti kradu nam dodir večnosti
Dremljivo hodamo suistinskim bolovima
ne bi li osetili nežne trenutke propadanja
Jednom bezrečju lediš mi osmehe nerođene
Things seem to die,
but die not.
The spring showers
Die on the bosom of the motherly Earth,
But rise again in fruits and leaves and flowers:
And every death is nothing but a birth.
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