December 19, 2011 » Moja draga Bela / My Baby White
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Moja draga Bela
Čeznula sam za tobom godinama, godinama
i onda sam te konačno dobila.
Imam te već dve godine,
ali te, pak, nisam uzjahala.
Samo se bojim da će čar-sulj
proklijao u snovima o tebi
tokom mojih šiparičkih godina
i dugih zimskih noći
ispariti ukoliko te budem liznula.
Prete mi da će te ponovo odvesti,
moja draga Bela.
Dragocena knjižica bez ijedne slike
koja bi mi izazvala leptiriće,
volim da maštam.
Imam te,
imam te,
za druge to ne bi bilo nikakvo čudo,
ali za mene je s godinama postalo...
...imam te!
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My Baby White
I've longed for you for years and years
And then I finally got you.
I've had you for two years now,
But somehow I did not ride you.
I just worry that the spell-bean
Sprouted underneath dreams of you
During my teen years
And cold winter nights
Would fade if I get a bite.
They threaten to take you away from me,
My baby White.
Precious book with no single picture in it,
That would cause me butterflies,
I like to daydream.
You're mine,
You're mine,
For others it would be no miracle,
But for me it's become so throughout the years...
...you're mine!
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