@vaske75 9 October 2021 more from that month

Sećanje Dok odzvanja bat niz kaldrmu mokrih trotora Čujem vetar kako setnu pesmu stvara Nekad sam te krio ispod svog kaputa Sad mi pogled pustim ulicama luta. Iz oka mi tada vrela suza kanu Svaka pesma uvek podseti me na nju. Plaču tužno žice,jecaju violine o dal nekad ona spomene mi ime. U kafani staroj tu kod tri boema Za klavirom sada sedi starac drema Sam za stolom sedim čašu grlim snažno Kada nema nje ništa nije važno. Autor:Predrag Vasić - Vaske75 As the bat echoes through the cobblestones of the wet sidewalks I hear the wind creating a sad song I used to hide you under my coat Now I let my eyes wander the streets. A hot tear of canoe came out of my eye then Every song always reminds me of her. The strings are crying sadly, the violins are sobbing oh did she ever mention my name. In an old tavern with three bohemians An old man is now sitting at the piano, napping I sit at the table alone, hugging my glass tightly When she's gone, nothing matters.