Pismo prijatelju [English translation]

A kiss tasting like grandmas cookies.

A Gipsy song on an old cassette.

Wilson Hill, Baščaršija (downtown Sarajevo),

My first love remained here.

A basket with a baby at my front door.

Mostar smells good in the late evening.

At the love spot,

lovers remain.

Chimney cleaner in the roof.

Your eyes in the dark.

Ćuprija on the banks of Drina, a pigeon flying through the air.

Born out of spite, a tree branch flowered.

If you ask me where I'm at now, I'm not leaving this city. Everything dear to me is here.

If you ask me how I'm doing, if they just dropped 2 bombs on you, you know it. Never again to anyone.

Never again to anyone.

Long, hot summer, Zenica

raffle,

Black and white TV, on it a

gondola (Italian boat).

A crumb of black wheat bread, the color of hard times.

2 or 3 meters of snow, head to Liguria (region in Italy).

Leave the Fiat alone, it won't start unless the neighborhood push it.

On the wardrobe 2 quinces, I'm saving for you.

Here, or there, the milk is powder.

For all, it's flatland to the sea, from Makarska to Neum, memories remain.