Brane Mozetič

1958 / Ljubljana

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The dog runs about the meadow as I watch
They wouldn't give anything to help me
When I arrive
Loving you frightens me
Love Ana, Ljubljana is a nightmare
it's midnight almost and I silently stare
It seems that missiles have lit up the sky
Can you hear it, Dave, that noise outside
What happened?
Friday is the day you think of death
Do you see fingers through the dark