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Haljina

From Peter Brook's
Haljina

Niko ne vidi na njoj tvoje ruke
kada prolazim ulicom

Niko ne vidi na njoj tvoje prste
kad je vratim kući

Maleno dugme je opet ušiveno
i zakopčani svi snovi visoko do vrata

Ja ovu haljinu nežno skidam
ja ovu haljinu pažljivo oblačim

Ona za mene moć mađije ima
volela bih da tvoje ruke na njoj
mogu da pokažem svima.


Dress

Noone sees your hands on it
when I walk down the street

Noone sees your fingers on it
when I bring it home

The little button is sawn back on
and all dreams buttoned up to the neck

I take this dress off gently
and put it on with care

For me it hides a hidden magie
I wish your hands on it I could reveal
for everyone to see.



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