Ne veter pomladni,
ne rahli kostanji
več ne uspavajo
tvoje bolesti.
Samo samota.
Samo samota.
Čuješ metulje?
To so metulji z belimi krili,
v somraku so posinjela
jim krila.
Ljubim te, človek brez cilja.
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