Ranjena šapa, koje poniženje...

I set my sights...

Neću siliti srce...

Uđi na tren...

I am a warrior in rest and recuperation.

You're surrounded...

Fields of gold, calling me.

You saw me breaking free, and fiercely running away from the mid-day sun fallen asleep.

Pulling my strings, from up above, you can see the glorious but sleepy mid-day sun.

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