Trula Visnja [English translation]

My lipstick fell out of my purse on the ground

from the shock of seeing you lie beside her

my last bit of hope that

I was dreaming all of this shattered

Then, out of malice

my courage broke

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I fell, I fell at dawn

I couldn't endure it any longer

now people may erase my name from the birth registry

on the spot where I fell

a tiny stain remains

it's like someone has stepped on a rotten cherry

I cursed her out and pushed her

the only way I can, femininely

but that hate filled gaze of yours killed me

and it threw me against the ground

You sell-outs may rejoice

you're made out of the same cloth

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I was the girl who shone

and raised herself next to the stars

now I crawl here in front of you

and her, me, that same girl

With long broken nails

and torn up stockings

I don't fit together

with that same girl anymore

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