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12. siječanj 2015 ob 09:03 | 34
Would anyone sing about you,
when there wasn't me anymore,
when the life closes my eyes,
my love?

Would stars still spruce the sky,
like birds that have nest here?
Would anyone love each other,
like we do?

That day, when I leave you,
when I fall asleep a step deeper from dream,
I will find my own peace like a flower in a field,
between white birches.
But how are you going to manage in this world, my fawn,
full of wolves?

When the new mornings wake you up,
and from the right side there isn't me anymore,
I will find my own peace like a flower in a field,
between white birches.
But how are you going to manage in this world, my fawn,
full of wolves?

Ref
If you love me, my dear,
there is no barrier
which separates this world from another one.
If you love me, my dear,
it isn't the last station,
the love is the only secret between two worlds.

My life is a book full of wars,
every page is a sea with wild waves.
I will find my own peace like a flower in a field,
between white birches.
But how are you going to manage in this world, my fawn,
full of wolves?

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