The poem is about my city, written in one windy May Day when old maples were blown down on Square of Petar Preradović, also known as Flower Square. Petitions of citizen's appeal for preserve old maple trees, but they were replaced. In that particular spring, there was a war in my country and my city was under attack, and bomb falls near by. Flower square was also in the past known as addict meeting point, it is in the centre of town, in pedestrian zone; two cinemas, bank, restaurant and lot of luxurious shops are there. So, that poem is a tribute to innocent victims, and also homage to my hometown.
Ova pjesma je o mome gradu, spjevana jednog vjetrovitog svibanjskog dana kada su stari javori srušeni na Trgu Petra Preradovića, znanog kao Cvjetni Trg. Građani su peticijom tražili očuvanje starih javora, ali oni su zamijenjeni. Tog proljeća, bio je rat u mojoj zemlji i grad je bio napadnut, u blizini su pale bombe. Cvjetni Trg također bješe poznato okupljalište, u središtu je grada, u pješačkoj zoni, tamo se nalaze dva kina, banka, restorani i mnogo luksuznih prodavaonica. Ova je pjesma sjećanje na nevine žrtve, i na slavu mome rodnom gradu.