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29.

Padua is falling apart.
And Café Florian.
And you order a chauffeur
who is on tenterhooks waiting at the pier of San Carlo,
because he doesn’t know what your words mean.
Maybe she’ll be in white, maybe in black,
and she will be smiling.
Wooers are waiting
for one of the branches miraculously to flower.

29.

29.

Padova razpada.
In Caffe Florian.
Pošlješ šoferja,
ki na molu San Carlo opreza, ker ne ve,
kaj pomenijo tvoje besede:
Mogoče bo v belem, mogoče v črnem
in smeje se.
Snubci čakajo,
da bo ena izmed palic čudežno ozelenela.
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29.

Padua is falling apart.
And Café Florian.
And you order a chauffeur
who is on tenterhooks waiting at the pier of San Carlo,
because he doesn’t know what your words mean.
Maybe she’ll be in white, maybe in black,
and she will be smiling.
Wooers are waiting
for one of the branches miraculously to flower.

29.

Padua is falling apart.
And Café Florian.
And you order a chauffeur
who is on tenterhooks waiting at the pier of San Carlo,
because he doesn’t know what your words mean.
Maybe she’ll be in white, maybe in black,
and she will be smiling.
Wooers are waiting
for one of the branches miraculously to flower.
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