Don't ask about me... Slavka Bozovic

Why do you ask me, where am I?
And where could I be?
I woke up at dawn
And I combed the sun's hair with my fingers.

And mixed colors with the reflection of the night
The star sisters helped me
I won't get to your dreams
You bit my heart!

What lies in my soul?
I sowed the seeds on paper
Dreams about you do not impress
Go, don't follow my lyre!

And what do you wonder about me,
What do you care where I am?
Is your soul cool?
I remain what I am!

Somewhere, far away from you
I will seek my happiness
That my soul does not freeze
I try to forget you forever. . .

© Slavka Bozovic
Montenegro