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Spomenar Odškrinimo naš spomenar stari Gde su se najlepše godine sakrile Setimo se neke stare ljubavi Što su na stranicama njegovim bile. I dok listamo njegove strane Od djačke klupe i mladosti rane Pitamo se u starosti Šta od života nam ostane. Svaka strana spomenara Novu priču nam otvara A u duši neka seta Prolaze godine i idu leta Autor: Predrag Vasić-@vaske75 Scrapbook Let's open our scrapbook, man Where the most beautiful years hid We remember some old love What were on his pages. And as we flip through his pages From the school desk and the youth of the wound We wonder in old age What's left of our lives. Each side of the scrapbook It opens a new story for us And let him remember in his soul Years go by and summer goes by Autor: Predrag Vasić - @vaske75
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When we were young we rush things, when we get there as adults we wish to be younger again. They are right saying life is not all sprint, resting is sometimes a pill of healing and recovering.