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Mirisla je šuma na letnje veče
Dok sladih se otrovom plodova tvojih
Žedna usta tad sokom napojih
Što ždrelo i utrobu sad mi peče

Stojiš nada mnom, crn biser te kiti
Dan je sve kraći, meni najkraći
Tamo gde odlazim, neću te naći
Ni s tvojih usana, sladak otrov piti


The forest smelled of summer eve
While I feasted on the poison of your fruit
My thirsty lips then drank the juice
That now burns my throat and gut

You stand above me, adorned in black pearls
The day is getting shorter, it's shortest for me
Where I'm going, I shall not find you
Nor drink sweet poison from your lips

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from omnia mutantur .​.​. split LP with Vastation, released January 4, 2017

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mutabo Belgrade, Serbia

mūtābō (latin):
first-person singular future active indicative of mūtō

members: z/s/m
(ex dazd, ex nakot + atomski rat)

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