GOLUBOVI
Poletješe golubovi
Preplašeni
Iznad golih brda
Svi su zlatni
Samo jedan crni
U hipu zamakoše
Na obzorju
Pritisnuo led zemlju
Tvrdu
Okovanu
Uspavanu
THE PIGEONS
Pigeons went to fly
Scared
Over bare naked hills
They are all golden
But one that's black
In a moment they move
Out of sight
On the horizon
The ice pressed down
On the earth
Hard
Chained
Sleepy
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