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Winter in Sarajevo - photo made by Henk Braam

 

 

Tugo moja

 

 

Tugo moja, rano živa,

kad bi malo zaspala,

da me mine bol u vrelim njedrima

što me mori noćima.

 

 

Tugo moja, rano živa,

kad bi malo zaspala,

da ne sanjam polja crnih marama

što me more noćima.

 

 

Tugo moja, rano živa,

kad bi malo zaspala,

da ne sanjam polja bijelih šamija

što me more noćima.

 

 

In the moments of silence I hear it every time

healing tune of a night.

We all got a gift to be here, just for awhile,

to join this jewel of sky.

 

Where we come from, where we'll go

after all, so disputed, alone,

fearing for place where our names

we need no more.

 

Kad bi mog'o da ne sanjam

krilima bi' letio,

svaki pedalj druma, ja pozlatio,

kući svojoj vratio.


Mile Lukic