Fata Morgana

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Beholding grace of Croatian Nights Lovely one, a breeze from the sea The sea of Adriatic was it and still is That had breathed the everlasting consciousness into my soul Sitting in a half broken chair, witnessing the play Like a bohemic cabaret I love you as much as I can, the calm breeze of Adriatic sea Nowhere near can I find the calmness of my soul Only within you, for you were the one to give me it No matter how far I go, I long for my roots Which are White Croatian, are they not? In my heart I am Ukrainian, yet in the spirit - Croatian Among my people I feel home, but where are they? I am neither really ukrainian nor croatian- for in both places I belong What a sad piece to witness, you must have given me a nice cabaret, proclaimed I In tears, mourn I No more exist we, the real owners of Galicia, for history took us where we belong And a remnant of the former glory is now nothing more than a storage Oh, soul of mine breaks apart,

Volima Moja Bjela Hrvatska Ne postojis vec,a volim te A uvijek volim te!

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