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My grandfather has been plowing the heavenly fields for a long time,
but my grandmother still keeps all the things and the image of our saint.
On the day I was born, a walnut was planted there,
and in the courtyard under a thicket Now the children are playing with the cross.
Some new kids...
Nine saints on the cake twinkle through the fog
then I got a couple of tangerines and a little white rabbit.
In May they are still staring neighbors' gardens
but other children steal cherries and green apricots.
Some new kids...
My friend Milutin, the second bench next to the door,
has a kid who is four and a half and teach him to fish.
Sometimes I meet him, he waves through the car window,
and in the gate, some other kids are running after the ball.
Some new kids...
And me, I gamble with a fraudulent life,
he pulls an ace from his sleeve every day.
And the elders tell me: Now
and
u
by right
age!
And other children are growing up in Jovana Cvijica Street.
Some new kids...