Ono kad smo se zbog cura bili
ono kad su padala carstva
ono kad smo poljupce krili
ono behu dani drugarstva.
Ono kad smo derali klupe
ono kad su pljustale sljage
sve one igre naivne i glupe
ono behu godine drage.
Protice reka, ostaje pena
u dnu coveka
uspomena, uspomena, uspomena...
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