Slavka Bozovic\Don't ask about me

Slavka Bozovic

Don't ask about me. . .

Why do you ask me, where am I? And where could I be? I woke up at dawn And I combed the sun's hair with my fingers.

And mixed colors with the reflection of the night The star sisters helped me I won't get to your dreams You bit my heart!

What lies in my soul? I sowed the seeds on paper Dreams about you do not impress Go, don't follow my lyre!

And what do you wonder about me, What do you care where I am? Is your soul cool? I remain what I am!

Somewhere, far away from you I will seek my happiness That my soul does not freeze I try to forget you forever. . .