Pola dva

Noć je samo jedna kratka reč. Kraća od detinjeg daha i treptaja krila ptice iz mog sna.
Samoća je to što joj otkine krajeve i utrlja ih u tvoju kožu.

A Half past One
The night is only one short word, shorter than child`s breath and glance of the bird`s wind from my dream.
The lonelines is that, what put it away the ends, and put them on your skin.