My first p..m, from 22 years ago

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

I want to share this. I am not sure of its exact date, the year is 1988. I took a pencil and a paper and started writing it. After the pencil broke twice, my dad took the paper and told me to dictate the p..m to him. So I did. There was a gap of at least one year between my first and second p..m, which was combining The Shoe People and Romanian Revolution (this is not a joke).

This is unedited, exactly the way it was written 22 years ago, with a know-how English translation.

Kada voda zažubori

Kada voda zažubori,
potok se zbog nje ori.

Oj, vodo, vodo,
tvoji brilijanti, tvoje kapljice
stromoglave se niz litice.

Oj, vodo, vodice,
deca bi te pila
u pesmi za čoveka.

Oj, vodo,
oj, cvete,
oj, drveće,
oj, svete.

______________________________

When The Water Gurgles

When the water gurgles,
It makes the stream echo.

Oh, water, water,
Your diamonds, your drops
Are tumbling down the cliffs.

Oh, water, watery,
Children want to drink you
In a song for a man.

Oh, water
Oh, flower
Oh, trees,
Oh, world.

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