Tebi, opet, i uvek

Translation of the poem in the video:

"Thunderous Silence"

Like a thunderous silence,

Like a gurgling brook,

Like a finger gently

Drawn along an edge,

Like air on your face,

Like the smell of camomile,

Like a sweep on a swing

With eyes closed,

Like the swell of music,

Like a touch, like

Piano

Keys

Like a clear whistle,

Like a song, like a soaring,

Like the surge of the wind

In the treetops,

Like the notes pulsating

Even after the music:

You.

(To my mom, again, and always)

(Music : from the Soundtrack "Hable con ella")