June 21, 2010 » My first p..m, from 22 years ago
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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.
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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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