Izgledala je malo čudnou kaputu žutom krojenom bez vezePričala je uvijek mnogofilmovi, knjige, moda i uvijek sve bez veze
Heeeej, i ko zna zašto se sjećam njeGovorio sam da je glupa,da se oblači smiješno a ona je rekla pa šta.Lagala je ženski lošeKlela se u Boga, plakala ponekad pa ništa
Ponekad je sretnemčini mi se da je samane znam zašto.Imao sam poslijei druge ljepše žene od nje...Sve mi se čini da volim je.
she looked a bit weirdin a yellow coat with a strange cutshe always talked a lotmovies, books, fashion and always everything meaningless
heyyy and who knows why I remember herI used to call her stupidtold her that she dressed funny but she said - so what?she was such a bad liar, like women usually areshe swore by God, cried sometimes and then nothing
sometimes I meet herIt appears as if she is aloneI don't know whyAfter her, I hadother more beautiful women than herIt totally seems to me that I love her