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One Night
Generous Man
The Shirt

Deep Down
Tree
Nomad
My Year
Where you Belong

The sun is bright
grass is green
river is flowing slowly
soft wind is blowing her golden hair.

I have a decision to make.

Should I keep walking
or
stop to kiss her
when she is by my side.

(BREZICE YUGOSLAVIA 1984)