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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462084" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We like death<br>It’s a God given gift<br>Bestowed upon us<br>God given Mercy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We die like butterflies<br>Burn them easily on a fire in a sec<br>We die silently like plants<br>We die loudly<br>Like waterfall blood<br>We die in the rocks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sagacity is one our side<br>For we know<br>That it’s just in a second<br>Playing the role of sense<br>On Earth everything can be shattered<br>And that we didn’t choose<br>That God takes ones in his arms<br>And lets the others testify</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the verdict of the surviving tyrants<br>We are the masters of our masters<br>Though our graves are too narrow<br>In the box of their secrets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shelter is on our side<br>For we know<br>There’s no shelter on Earth<br>Therefore we like death<br>It’s a God given gift<br>Bestowed upon us<br>God given Mercy<br>Therefore we die<br>And recognize our children<br>By death only</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mi volimo smrt<br>Ona nam je od Boga velika Milost<br>Veliko uzdarje</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mi ginemo ko leptiri<br>Tanke nogice za cas na vatri sprzimo<br>Ginemo tiho kao biljke<br>Uz huku krvi ko slap<br>U stijenama ginemo</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mudrost je na nasoj strani<br>Jer mi znamo<br>Da na zemlji samo tren<br>Igra ulogu smisla<br>Da Bog jedne<br>Pod svoje okrilje uzme<br>A ostali zive da svjedoce</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mi smo osuda prezivjelih tirana<br>Nasih smo gospodara gospodari<br>Iako u skrinjama njihovih tajni<br>Groblja su nam tijesna</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sigurnost je na nasoj strani<br>Jer mi znamo<br>Da na zemlji zaklona nema<br>Zato mi volimo smrt<br>Ona nam je od Boga veliko uzdraje<br>Velika Milost<br>Zato mi ginemo<br>I djecu svoju po smrti prepoznajemo</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written inn 1999.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Dedicated to the victims of NATO bombing Serbia 1999.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</a><div class=q>
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It’s a God given gift
Bestowed upon us
God given Mercy

We die like butterflies
Burn them easily on a fire in a sec
We die silently like plants
We die loudly
Like waterfall blood
We die in the rocks

Sagacity is one our side
For we..."></div>
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