Jasna
The first time in a dream,
then in waking life,
she won my heart,
and she forgot me.
I suffer for her,
it is the fifth year,
her eye my heart
without mercy smacks.
My friends tell me:
"Cheda, our pal,
don't because of Jasna
waste your days in vain."
And I'm still in the old way,
dream of Jasna and I long to,
at least once in a lifetime,
kiss her lips.
Zera Princ
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