
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass. O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me |  W. B. Yeats He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. |
I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you. |
Ko ce tvome stasu da odoli kad bi bila tvoja dusa orna shvatila bi kako mangup voli shvatila bi kako je pokoran.
Ja bih ostavio krcme javne ni stihove nebih pisao zanesen samo bih ti ruke i kose tavne milovao cvetom nezno, u jesen.
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