It came to me crystal with light steps,Softly, sweetly, it rocked my heartAs mother once rocked me, a child in the cradle.
With rainbow colours it mended my sorrows,Placed the mysterious heart in my hand,And planted the sweetness of the word in my soul.
It bloomed first among the roses,Hung the scent of happiness in my heart,Lured the voice of canaries into my soul.
Pristina opened its majestic gate,The evening breeze caressed my soul...Poetry runs like a newborn child,A rain smile, a moonbeam gazes at me....That evening in Pristina...I do not know....Were the neon lamps shining brighter,Or was I, inside...?!
