A a-А а
B b-Б б
C c-Ц ц
D d-Д д
E e-Е е
F f-Ф ф
G g-Г г
H h-Х х
I i-И и
J j-Ј ј
K k-К к
L l-Л л
M m-М м
N n-Н н
O o-О о
P p-П п
Q q-/
R r-Р р
S s-С с
T t-Т т
U u-У у
V v-В в
W w-/
X x-/
Y y-/
Z z-З з + we got Љ љ (л+y),Њ њ (n+y),Ш ш (s+y),Ч ч (c+h+y),Ћ ћ (c+y),Ђ ђ (d+y),Ж ж (z+y) and m
Walking down the street we meet many people.With those happy ones who call our name loud we like to talk.Meanwhile,alongside walk the quiet lonely ones,the mute martyrs.More noiseless than quiet,more apperances than creatures,more shadows than people.Our eyes do not see them,our eyes blind for their saddnes,our ears do not hear them,our ears deaf for their cry,our heart do not notice them,our heart guilty for their sorrow.They live like a lonesomely briar but with thorns turned inside not to scratch anyone,not to prick anyone,just their own heart and themselfs.And