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for my fallen angel
my dying bride-for my fallen angel
For My Fallen Angel
As I draw up my breath
And silver fills my eyes
I kiss her still
For she will never rise
On my weak body
Lays her dying hand
Through those meadows of Heaven
Where we ran
Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so light
It wars with my tears
They won't dry for many years
Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not Death ebon dart
To strike her dead
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mom palom anđelu
dok gubim dah
i srebro mi oči briše
još je ljubim
jer ona ustati neće više
na mom slabom tijelu
leži joj umiruća ruka
kroz one livade neba
gdje smo mi trčali
kao tat noću tako
vjetar puše posve lako
sa suzama mojim on u rat kreće
koje presahnuti još mnogim godinama neće
ljubavi strijela zlatna
k njoj se trebala skloniti
a ne smrti crne strelica
mrtvu je oboriti
(odabrao, preveo i obradio: twirl)
Post je objavljen 15.05.2011. u 15:09 sati.