Ti ne ¿uje¿ ¿um mora.
Ne vidi¿ ljepotu cvijeta.
Ne ¿uje¿ cvrkut ptica.
Samo prigüeni zvuk
zbunjenog zvona,
tvog crnog ciklona.
Without your voice,
my flower has no scent.
Without your touch,
my flower will not open.
Without your look,
my flower won't be happy.
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