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The poem describes the speaker's journey away from their world at a crossroads, carrying a burning cross. As the speaker departs without saying goodbye, snow falls and the world grows dark. The speaker calls out but receives no response, only fear in return. Shadows from the past approach as ages bury the light. Wounds of ancestors grow into scars and a mother named Margarita sells her tears. The burning cross is carried by the speaker, broken but solemn, as their path forward remains unseen.
The poem describes the speaker's journey away from their world at a crossroads, carrying a burning cross. As the speaker departs without saying goodbye, snow falls and the world grows dark. The speaker calls out but receives no response, only fear in return. Shadows from the past approach as ages bury the light. Wounds of ancestors grow into scars and a mother named Margarita sells her tears. The burning cross is carried by the speaker, broken but solemn, as their path forward remains unseen.
The poem describes the speaker's journey away from their world at a crossroads, carrying a burning cross. As the speaker departs without saying goodbye, snow falls and the world grows dark. The speaker calls out but receives no response, only fear in return. Shadows from the past approach as ages bury the light. Wounds of ancestors grow into scars and a mother named Margarita sells her tears. The burning cross is carried by the speaker, broken but solemn, as their path forward remains unseen.
I tvom i mome Oprostimo se. Ti plae Moj kri svejedno gori Udaljuje se; bez pozdrava, bez rijei, bez Boga I odlazim prema istoj nepoznatoj zvijezdi Snijeg pada, zemlja raste A ti poraen tone Grad li si, selo, ili neki postieni narod U krmi Moj kri svejedno gori Uzdignut, razapet, mraan Dovikujem ti. On gori Dovikujem ti. Ti strepi Iskre po tebi prte Peku stravine snove Moj svijete, uzalud stvaran Moj svijete, uzalud ljubljen Moj svijete Udaljujem se. Pruam za tobom ruke Sjene velikih vojski naviru iz davnina Zrak su omastile strijele Razbijen, usitnjen sanja Neprestane prititu more Vjekovi pokapaju svjetlo Rane otaca izrastaju u kraste Divna majka Margarita prodaje suze Majka Margarita Moj kri svejedno gori Nosim ga moj kri a tvoje ime Nosim ga, slomljen ma svean Puta ne vidim nigdje.. Moj kri svejedno gori