@vaske75 20 September 2021 more from that month

Dobro jutro dragi prijatelji.Stihove ove posvećujem ženi koja je imala neizmeran talenat za stvaranje hitova u svetu muzike a koja nas je napustila sinoć: Kišovito jutro nad gradom sviće. Vetar nosi požutelo lišće. Ulicom odzvanja koraka bat a gde si ti da mi je znat. Na nebu laste sele se na jug, čeka ih put neizvestan dug. A mi ovde ostajemo sami i ako nas nešto jedno drugom mami. Ulični svirač pod strehu se sklonio, harmoniku svoju na rame naslonio melodija setna njemu je u glavi a ti budi drug pa ponekad se javi. Good morning, dear friends. I dedicate these verses to a woman who had an immense talent for creating hits in the world of music and who left us last night: A rainy morning over the city lights up. The wind carries yellowed leaves. Bat's footsteps echo down the street and where are you to let me know. In the sky swallows move south, an uncertain debt awaits them. And we are left alone here and if something entices us to each other. The street musician took cover under the eaves, he leaned his accordion on his shoulder the sad melody is in his head and you be a friend and sometimes call. Text i photo: Predrag Vasić