July is a hot month
when half of the nation travels.
There is no seat on the train without a reservation.
And I watched
some pesas pass ?i.
And then I saw
a look that was looking for me.
One Sa?a from the train
broke my heart,
and left? somewhere
in a distant world.
And he told me how
loving is easy,
because people sing,
and love is a flower...< br/>What did he talk about,
he talked wonderfully about some things,
about the Tour race of France
and about green boulevards.
About a certain Zoki
with whom he shared a bench a long time ago,
about how he only listened
to Index and the Korni group.
One Sa?a from the train
broke my heart,
and went somewhere
to a distant world.
And told me how
it's easy to love,
because people wanted,
and love is a flower...
He gave me
the whole white world in the palm of his hand.
br/>But it was already dawn,
the train arrived in Ljubljana.
And when he got off,
he just waved and said: Hello!.
I I repeated:
It is not mi ?to the. It's not mi Bye!!!
One Sa?a from the train
broke my heart,
and went somewhere
to a distant world.
And he told me how
it is easy to love,
because people are flowers,
and love is a flower...

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