This is a song of a shirt,
love the collar in a totally banal wooden clip, as follows:
me hold it on this swing that will not slip. To my tears evaporate in the sun.
Thanks to you I will be able to joke a bit with livestock and poultry in the backyard.
Nadimac up. Raskopcacu all the buttons on his cloth body.
The whole morning I'll flag sleeves samara wind and smells of soap and sky.
Hold me tight, but do not envy me. I do their afternoon.
Novi Sad, 1954.
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