My question (Pšašam se)
Can you help me? I don’t know what I want.
Only know there is struggle every day.
Looking for the shore and can’t find it. Mist is everywhere.
And in the journals I read again: Everything is moving forward.
And my question is: Where?
For Marie Theres (Za Marie Theres)
When I first came into your house, I felt immediately,
that something has changed for me in the twinkling of an eye.
My love went away, already moths ago, into paradise.
And since then I have been sad every day; more than just this.