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I Met The Love From My First Song
I met the love from my first song
The truth of my boyhood days
While December iced the springs
And while frosting fell off the trees
I met the love from my first verse
In a small place in Srijem
Like through fog I remembered a cry -
Oh Ana, I still see you in everything
But she, she's not
She's not, not like before
But she, she's not
She's not, not like before
Moon stays hidden until morning
A man sat behind an empty desk
I was dead silent for a long time
Enchanted by the white, freezing dawn
Wind broke over bare trees
Such winter is not remembered in Srijem
A cry bursted from inside me, a cry of pain:
Oh Ana, I still see you in everything
But she, she's not
She's not, not like before
But she, she's not
She's not, not like before
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Публикувано от 
M de Vega в(ъв)/на 2018-02-28
M de Vega в(ъв)/на 2018-02-28Добавено в отговор на заявка, направена от 
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Sreo sam ljubav iz prve pjesme
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Srebrna krila: 3-те най-преглеждани
| 1. | Ana |
| 2. | Nek' živi ljubav |
| 3. | Ja Nisam Kockar |
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Srijem - a region, part in Croatia, part in Serbia