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    Сербский (Српски)
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Срећа

Счастье

Од дрвета црвеног барка је моја,
А моја флаута од јасписа.

Водом се скида мрља са свиле,
Вином – из срца немир.

И ако имаш барку лагану,
Вино и жену милу,

Чега ти више недостаје? Ти си у свему
Сличан генијима неба.

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