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| Srečko Kosovel |
Blizu polnoci
Muhe v casi umirajo.
Ogenj je ugasnil.
Lepa Vida, bridkost je
v tvojem spominu.
Stravinski v avtomobilu.
Bucanje morja.
O biti 5 minut sam.
Srce- Trst je bolno.
Zato je Trst lep.
Bolecina cvete v lepoti.
ROUND MIDNIGHT.
It is near midnight.
Flies die in a glass.
The fire extinguished.
Fair Vida, there is torment
in your memory.
Stravinsky is in his car.
The sea roars.
Oh to be alone for five minutes.
The heart, Trieste, is sick.
And so Trieste is beautiful.
Agony flowers in beauty.
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