PREVOD: Coprnica z barja: WAITING FOR YOU TO RETURN
Slowly
I remove my heart
From the frontage
Of your thoughts,
I withdraw it, weary,
Away from the locked door
Of your soul,
Putting it carefully
And gently
Into oblivion.
Like the steps of the wind
Evade my closed eyes,
So your yearnings
Shun away.
You're here.
And you're not.