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Sorrow the mother cries for its babe
Murdered picked apart
An empty corpse lying in the snow
The only reminder of the brief existence
That painted this earth with salt
Stjepan 7d
Majko Terezo ti si bila božja ruka
od početka života sve do svršetka.
Cijelog života si čovjeku pomagala
dobra djela si mnoga napravila
ti si naša dobra vila.
Volimo te cijelim srcem i dušom
ti si anđel koja je koračala zemljom.
Majko Terezo nikad nisi
čovjeka u nevolji ostavljala
to si kroz cijeli život
bezbroj puta pokazala.
Nek te naš blagoslov prati
uvijek ćemo te se sijećati
majko Terezo na svemu hvala ti.

Stjepan Orlić
While your soul writhes in unrest.
Cursed be he who walks away,
forgetting the bond, never once looking back.
Should he return, trust him not
for hearts that dared the darkness
will return clad in masks not their own.
Cursed in the religion of the Most Gracious
is he who imprisons a people,
who strangles a thought in its cradle,
who lifts the whip over flesh,
who silences the tongue of truth,
who builds walls to cage the living,
who raises high the banners of tyranny.

Cursed in every creed and scripture
is he who squanders the rights of humankind,
even if his lips murmur prayers,
even if his hands scatter alms,
even if he walks the earth
clutching the Bible in one hand
and the Qur’an in the other.
Loved her in a language i know
Was not rewarding yet fulfilling
This feeling might be fleeting
Yet this fire still grow

As seasons changed
The flame didn't fade
It still continues to grow
Burns my whole life till i never know

Though this life have been scorched
Enveloped by the flames which i hold true
As this feeling soared
Hope that one day would not end in rue
Unrequited Love
Time Passing By
Existential Dread
it was dark and tender
my dad next to me
I was five
so free
at the driveway
we be

at some point
of the night
we looked upon the sky

I don't know why

we looked at the north
I saw a star so bright
with the colour of light

I looked him in the eyes
and said
“that's…grandpa”
flying so high

he said “no”

that's the northern star
it will always be
the brightest of them all
it's there when you seek
a guide to peek

when you've traveled so far
where no one can fish
when you wonder
‘Is this… ?’
or
‘What if…?’’
remember the star
that's it
An evening in the driveway of our house with my father...

I can't remember many of my memories...
I used to remember all the bad things, now I've forgotten them too, but I still remember this one.
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