I was told to run away from magic,
But I couldn’t .
Those wild
eyes followed me,
In every corner of the dirty streets of Skopje.
And the wish to confront with it raises each day,
Just like the trees,
Flowers,
And kids.
I was told to run away from magic,
But I couldn’t.
I invite it today ,
And then let us get burn,
For I have no other choice !
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