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Oldřich Mikulášek - The finale (A translation)
Oldřich Mikulášek - The finale
(Finále)
When in the evening I was making my bed,
I found a hair of yours -
everything, left to me of your head.
And scent of your body in the feather blankets -
everything, left to me of your love.
Since then, my head is getting heavy.
And my heart bends me when I walk,
because you are still in it.
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Oldřich Mikulášek - The finale (A translation)
Oldřich Mikulášek - The finale (A translation)
