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Branjenu gricnuh jabuku
grijeh bje mi to moj prvi
sad poznam samo muku
danak svoj plaćam u krvi

Spoznah svu svoju nagost
pokrih i Evu listom
od tad mi nick moj prost
zovu me komunistom

Kažu da sni’m ideale
za velike i male
i da su svi budale
koji se istinom hvale

Pa pjesnik postah ubog
samo dobrotu veličam
svjedok mi za to i Bog
da sanjam život sam

The First Sin
That was very first The Sin
when I peeled off apple’s skin
from then all mine next of kin
paying blood toll to The Dean

Nakedness in fact was brief
when I covered Eve with leaf
from then all in pain I twist
they named me Communist

Accused for the daynightdreaming
fresh ideals, righteous streaming
truth, that only fools and horses
have faith in Jesus and Moses

So pure Poet I became
to praise goodness, evil blame
God I have for witness bonnie
that my life is dream of lonely
 

 

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