I still dream about her
while the day spreads
like oil on canvas
I leave this dream
but see in the mirror
another me
Who had the world in the palm on his hand
The whole universe and all the stars
While she was here
While he woke up next to her
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I walk through Zagreb
I curse the harsh life
God, please give me the chance
to cross my path with hers once more
I walk this city
I curse the clouds
And so another day without her goes by
Another day
Another day
Without her
Everyone tells me
"They're all the same
each one like the other"
I say "good, yes,
one is like the other,
but none is like her"
And the wind is tormenting above the square
The autumn is throwing about medals
Last love, first love,
she was everything to me