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I like us to be are poor
To live in a single room
To have just two plates and two forks
And two of everything
To stack the washed dishes
Barely fitting next to the tiny sink
During the day to sit on the bed
And at night to sleep there
Tuning in to the noise of the universe through thin walls
The East is older than the West
The Sun than the Rain
The Water than the Wind
The Air than the Fire
And Children than Parents
In our little room, like students'
Cucumber salad for dinner
Porridge for breakfast
Your sandwiches for lunch
Which we take to the City and to the Shore
And eat them on a bench like children on a school trip
Let's live like this just a little bit longer
In Holy Simplicity
Before the Catastrophe comes
Serbian version
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