BELA VRTNICA ZA DEKLICO

Ni me bilo tam na 1. november. Nisem jokal na tvojem grobu. Oprosti. Oprosti mi. nisem ti prinesel bele vrtnice in ti bral poezije, čeprav vem, da me ne slišiš. Pozabil sem nate. Oprosti mi. Veš da si jaz ne bom mogel. Po treh letih me spet ni bilo tam, kjer se je vse končalo. Ali pa na novo začelo? Oprosti. Nikoli si ne bom odpustil tega, da sem spregledal belo vrtnico za deklico...

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The sun is going down,
And here we go again,
The same words,
The same smile,
The sam hugs and kiss
Do we even understand?
I do not care, I like it that way.
The stars, the moon, you and me...

Well, I guess I am too naïve,
And I know, you are the one to believe in,
To love and hold in may arms,
but it feel so good with you
I know one day…
But that day will never come..