Brane Mozetič

1958 / Ljubljana

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They wouldn't give anything to help me
it's midnight almost and I silently stare
When I arrive
Love Ana, Ljubljana is a nightmare
The dog runs about the meadow as I watch
Friday is the day you think of death
Loving you frightens me
It seems that missiles have lit up the sky
What happened?
Can you hear it, Dave, that noise outside
Do you see fingers through the dark