White (Bijelo)

White

I sail on the white paths of paper

I net the butterflies made of wishes
And I bring them to you

She will with him

With whole my body I feel I love

Even though I know that love hurts

I make a record in it

She will with him

Sorrow, everybody knows

Dying is easy

It hurts for a moment

And stops

Sorrow, but how
To live like this
When her hurt is becoming of stone

Publicado por dorkas el Lun, 29/12/2008 - 09:02
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Bosnio

Bijelo

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Más traducciones de "Bijelo"
Bosnio → Inglés - dorkas
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