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
it's midnight almost and I silently stare
Love Ana, Ljubljana is a nightmare
Loving you frightens me
It seems that missiles have lit up the sky
What happened?
Friday is the day you think of death
Can you hear it, Dave, that noise outside
Do you see fingers through the dark