on my face,

a sacred drop of rain....

How can rain purify a person?

How can rain caress a person with love?

A bird,

in front of me,

a lonely bird...

How can it share my feelings?

How can it sing to me with love?

A city,

that I am in,

Belgrade is just a city...

How can it talk to me?

How can it cry with me?

Danube,

is a river,

that flows to the see...

How can it carry my feelings?..

How can it carry me, to the see?


(Photo: Tom Silver)