Halid Muslimovic - Pismo ~ A Letter
Sometimes I write a letter
that I don't send to anyone
Since we're not together
I rarely rejoice
I go back to my youth
and first cigarette
I remember our love
and get lost in memories
Friend's song, spigot in the yard
in front of my eyes, childhood waking up
lime tree in bloom and
Fica's squeaking
smell of some dear years
I've become a bit different
maybe because I'm older
or because I realized I'm
just a shadow a number
That I can understand everything
and forgive anything
but somehow living is hard for me
getting old without you
Sometimes I write a letter
and memories start coming back
our stories our dreams
I abduct from time
I go back to my youth
and first cigarette
I remember our love
and get lost in memories
Friend's song, spigot in the yard
in front of my eyes, childhood waking up
lime tree in bloom and
Fica's squeaking
smell of some dear years
I've become a bit different
maybe because I'm older
or because I realized I'm
just a shadow a number
That I can understand everything
and forgive anything
but somehow living is hard for me
getting old without you
Pismo-Halid Muslimovic 2008 please translate in english ( :
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