When the sun from the night comes out…. to shine the day… Dear Moon Ocean Skip… and leave my dream…. in my dream everything happens to me… and dream solve all my problems… watching me The moon as I hit him…. he looks right in my eyes and listens to how I don’t tell him anything… that’s where I find him in the sound of old books.. in the smell of old books… in the verse of the song… breaks in the wall… In our blind streets… and places that don’t have names… in the cricket of birds…. and the light of street lights… and how the years go by.. our love will grow… in his eyes I don’t see defeat… In his eyes through the years, I won’t fall hard for me… I look at you like a picture and admire your silence… and I push my fingers into the areas of hidden.. taking beautiful moments… life is my most beautiful.. again your snow without my feet.. again on your way there are no mine Tracks… you are my something that I always feel… Gentle and strong in the same mah… you are my air… Deep I want… I sincerely go… gently silent you… so I don’t miss you Stealing… it’s cold listening… Show Him the way… The wind is here with the same tone… the cut grass… the moon’s salty… at the beginning of the branch… show him the way to less pain… And the souls are silent.. because in those senses said everything… they are waiting to be a hug…
WINDS OF WIND – Zoran Demirovic
