Oprosti, majko sveta, oprosti,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0161to na\u0161ih gora po\u017ealih bor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
na kom se, ustuk svakoj zlosti,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
bla\u017eenoj tebi podi\u017ee dvor;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
prezri, nebesnice, vrelo milosti,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0161to ti zemaljski sagre\u0161i stvor:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kajan ti ljubim pre\u010diste skute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Zar nije lep\u0161e nosit\u2019 lepotu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
svodova tvojih postati stub,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
nego greju\u0107i svetsku grehotu<\/p>\n\n\n\n
u pep\u2019o spalit\u2019 srce i lub;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tonut\u2019 o brodu, trunut\u2019 u plotu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0111avolu jela a vragu dub?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zar nije lep\u0161e vekovat\u2019 u te,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Oprosti, majko, mnogo sam strad\u2019o,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
mnoge sam grehe pokaj\u2019o ja;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sve \u0161to je srce snivalo mlado,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sve je to jave slomio ma\u2019,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
za \u010dim sam \u010dezn\u2019o, \u010demu se nad\u2019o,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sve je to davno pep\u2019o i pra\u2019,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
na ugod \u017eivu pakosti \u017eute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Trovalo me je podmuklo, gnjilo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
al\u2019 ipak ne\u0107u nikoga klet\u2019,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0161to god je muke na meni bilo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
da nikog za to ne krivi svet:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jer, \u0161to je du\u0161i lomilo krilo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
te joj u jeku du\u0161ilo let,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sve je to s ove glave, sa lude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Tad moja vila preda me granu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
lep\u0161e je ovaj ne vide vid;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
iz crnog mraka divna mi svanu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
k\u2019o pesma slavlja u zorin svit;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
svaku mi mahom zale\u010di ranu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
al\u2019 te\u017eoj rani nastade brid:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0160ta \u0107u od milja, od muke ljute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Ona me glednu. U du\u0161u svesnu<\/p>\n\n\n\n
nikad jo\u0161 takav ne sinu gled;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tim bi, \u0161to iz tog pogleda kresnu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
svih vasiona stopila led,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sve mi to nudi za \u010dim god \u010deznu\u2019,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
jade pa slade, \u010demer pa med,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
svu svoju du\u0161u, sve svoje \u017eude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 svu ve\u010dnost za te, divni trenute!\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Zar meni jadnom sva ta divota?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zar meni blago toliko sve?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zar meni starom, na dnu \u017eivota,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ta zlatna vo\u0107ka \u0161to sad tek zre?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh, slatka vo\u0107ko, tantalska roda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0161to nisi meni sazrela pre?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oprosti moje gre\u0161ne zalute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Dve se u meni pobi\u0161e sile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
mozak i srce, pamet i slast,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
dugo su bojak strahovit bile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
k\u2019o besni oluj i stari hrast;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
napokon sile susta\u0161e mile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
vijugav mozak odr\u017ea vlast,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
razlog i zapon pameti hude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Pamet me stegnu, ja srce stisnu\u2019,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
utekoh mudro od sre\u0107e, lud,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
utekoh od nje \u2014 a ona svisnu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pomr\u010da sunce, ve\u010dita stud,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
gasnu\u0161e zvezde, raj u pla\u010d briznu,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
smak sveta nasta i stra\u0161ni sud. \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O, svetski slome, o stra\u0161ni sude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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U srcu slomljen, zbunjen u glavi,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
spomen je njezin sveti mi hram.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tad mi se ona od onud javi,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
k\u2019o da se Bog mi pojavi sam:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
u du\u0161i bola led mi se kravi,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
kroz nju sad vidim, od nje sve znam,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
za\u0161to se mudra\u010dki mozgovi mute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Do\u0111e mi u snu. Ne kad je zove<\/p>\n\n\n\n
silnih mi \u017eelja navreli roj,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ona mi do\u0111e kad njojzi gove,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tajne su sile slu\u0161kinje njoj.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Navek su sa njom pojave nove,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
zemnih milina nebeski kroj.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tako mi do nje prostire pute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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U nas je sve k\u2019o u mu\u017ea i \u017eene,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
samo \u0161to nije briga i rad,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sve su miline, al\u2019 ne\u017ee\u017eene,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
strast nam se bla\u017ei u rajski hlad;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
starija ona sad je od mene,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tamo \u0107u biti dosta joj mlad,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
gde svih vremena razlike \u0107ute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A deca na\u0161a pesme su moje,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tih sastanaka ve\u010diti trag;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to se ne pi\u0161e, to se ne poje,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
samo \u0161to du\u0161om probije zrak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To razumemo samo nas dvoje,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to je i raju prinovak drag,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to tek u zanosu proroci slute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A kad mi do\u0111e da prsne glava<\/p>\n\n\n\n
o tog \u017eivota hridovit kraj,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
najlep\u0161i san mi posta\u0107e java,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
moj ropac njeno: \u201eEvo me, naj!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iz ni\u0161tavila u slavu slava,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
iz beznjenice u raj, u raj!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U raj, u raj, u njezin zagrljaj!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sve \u0107e se \u017eelje tu da probude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
du\u0161ine \u017eice sve da progude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
zadivi\u0107emo svetske kolute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
bogove silne, kamoli ljude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
zvezdama \u0107emo pomerit\u2019 pute,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
suncima zasut\u2019 seljenske stude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
da u sve kute zore zarude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
da od miline dusi polude,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Santa Maria della Salute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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