Do you know this time —
between middle August and autumn?
It’s a dainty line,
before wool replaces cotton.
Nights come earlier, day by day;
I sip my tea — you play.
Your melody pulls me back:
I am five, leaves fall, ice crystals crack.
The sky, as always, fiercer than before.
You play “Devojačko kolo”, more and more.
A lake sleeps deep inside the blaze —
Leaves burn and fall, while forest sways.
In this cold season of glowing fire —
We are Kolodancing, we are Entire.
11.10.2025
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
Do you know this time —
between middle August and autumn?
It’s a dainty line,
before wool replaces cotton.
Nights come earlier, day by day;
I sip my tea — you play.
Your melody pulls me back:
I am five, leaves fall, ice crystals crack.
The sky, as always, fiercer than before.
You play “Devojačko kolo”, more and more.
A lake sleeps deep inside the blaze —
Leaves burn and fall, while forest sways.
In this cold season of glowing fire —
We are Kolodancing, we are Entire.
11.10.2025
