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Kad mi fali marka za još jednu pivu, Pucam od požude, Kad mi dokažeš da bio sam u krivu, Pucam od požude.   Kad samo želiš da te slušam, Pucam od požude, U mene svoj strah kada sakriješ, Pucam od požude.   Kada sav razlog svijeta imam, Da mrzim tvoju svaku riječ, Kad mutavo glavom klimaš I ne možeš prag strasti prijeć’ Pucam od požude.   Kad me čovjek šakom bije, Pucam od požude, I svoje kandže u krv zarije, Pucam od požude.   Kada vrisak bijesni dosta, A ja…

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In greyness the weather swinged and basked, A fog of old, rude and dead, Are you alone, was it this she asked? Only in company he said.   She would have come -to greet, meet, talk sweet Cotton words well uttered to squeek, very meek. But torns in his voice, they paved the street, With little green memories of what she once seeked.   What a festival of souls deeply tailored to life, Once there were songs of this kind of strive. Days flitter away, never sitting, never sitting Lashes…