Tragovi - Divlje jagode, Žanil Tataj

U njeznom dodiru nasih mastanja

U haljini od zla, plavi mjesec izranja

U njeznom dodiru vrelih usana

Vjetar donosi miris zrelih tresanja

Tragovi na grudima,

Potamneli od mojih usana

Tragovi na usnama

Uvijek ostaju od rubin vina

U prvom susretu nasih nemira

Polako muti se, igra svemira

U prvom susretu vlaznih dlanova

Polako nestaje boja rubina

Tragovi na grudima,

Potamneli od mojih usana

Tragovi na usnama

Uvijek ostaju od rubin vina

Tragovi na grudima,

Potamneli od mojih usana

Tragovi na usnama

Uvijek ostaju od rubin vina

In her touch of our fantasies

In a dress of evil, the blue moon rises

In her touch of hot lips

The wind brings the smell of ripe shaking

Chest marks,

Darken from my lips

Traces on the lips

They always remain from ruby ​​wine

In the first encounter of our unrest

Slowly blurring, the game of space

In the first encounter of wet palms

The ruby ​​color is slowly disappearing

Chest marks,

Darken from my lips

Traces on the lips

They always remain from ruby ​​wine

Chest marks,

Darken from my lips

Traces on the lips

They always remain from ruby ​​wine