Aleksa Santic

1868 - 1924 / Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina

And Again My Soul's Dreaming All About You

And again my soul is dreaming all about you,
And my heart is bursting and longing for you,
And your infidelity is setting aside,
Like when a dark cloud disappears from the sky.

And again you're pure to me, brilliant, serene,
The vision of you warms me with a bliss,
So I'd again throw myself into your bosom
And watch the sweet smile of your eyes.

The same way a slender fir, when struck by a lightning,
Still looks up to the sky waiting for more life,
And doesn't think: the sky is carrying clouds
That will bring new thunders…
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