Desanka Maksimovic ~ Predosecanje

Premonition

 

I recognized you when snow was melting
melting, and a soft wind blowing
closeness of spring intoxicating my soul
intoxicating, so I cravingly inhale the air

With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace
trace on white snow
and I knew that you would be dear to me
dear throughout my life

I recognized you on a reverberant day
a drunk, fresh and soft day
I had a feeling I’d always known you
known though I just recognized you

With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace
trace on white snow
and I knew that you would be dear to me
dear throughout my life

I recognized you when ice was melting
ice, when spring breath is melting when
day is one moment rosy, one moment wistful
pale, when happiness and sadness collide

With gentleness I watched your footsteps trace
trace on white snow
and I knew that you would be dear to me
dear throughout my life

Rade Serbedzija - Cekaj me

~ Konstantin Simonov ~

 

Wait for me, and I will surely come
just wait for me long enough
wait for me even when yellow rains fill out the nights with sorrow
wait when there are terrible heats
and when blizzard strikes,
wait even when for others nobody waits anymore
wait even when the letters stop coming from far away
wait for me even when waiting gets boring
to anyone who waits,
Don’t listen when they tell you it’s time
to forget, and that your hopes are false, let son and mother believe that there aren’t any, anymore,
let all my friends get tired of waiting too and let them drink bitter wine by the fire,
wait and don’t sit with them, don’t drink anything… wait for me and I will surely come

All the deaths will not kill me, let those who haven’t waited have their word,
they were lucky!
Those who don’t know how to wait, they won’t understand
nor will the others know that you saved me my only one with your long waiting.
Only the two of us will know how I survived the hell fire,
Simply you know how to wait like nobody else in the world
simply you knew how to wait like nobody else in the world….

Rade Serbedzija - Ne daj se Ines

Don’t Give Up Ines

 

Don’t give up Ines
Don’t give in to years my Ines
to different moves and habits
Because your room is still warm
Cosy setup and rarities
You had better taste than me
Your room splendor
Your landlady in the hospital
You were always distinctive
by the colour of your letters, by the gifts
She walked me, the next morning around nine, to the station
And a green bus chased by autumn wind is going down
Like a leaf down a Belgrade slope
Wearing my evening suit I am surrounded by looks

Don’t give up my youth, don’t give up Ines
our acquaintance has been prepared for a long time
and then accidentally with hot rakija
and with just a few lines, a wish badly hidden
Your way is ladylike and your cheeks rustic
My bumpkin and my gentlewoman
Then your breasts, bed
And my room hanging in the air like orange
Like an orange lamp under green and blue water of Zagreb
in Proleterskih brigada 39. beside Grković
Wet street further from the window and evening trolleys buzzing
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty
Using communal bathroom
and “Please if someone looks for me”
Do not give up Ines

Here I am getting up only to turn the record over
Is that rude at a moment like this
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
I still prefer the beginning
I have access to another one million of hers
and naughty data from our youth
That, right there in front of our eyes, deceives us, and robs us, and leaves us
Don’t give up Ines

Tear up the invitation, cancel the dinner, cheat on your husband
on your way for a hairdo in some better hotel
Touch me under the table with your knee
My generation, lover

I know that there will still be youths
But not another one like this one - on average 1938
I won’t have anyone to stay young with if all of you get old
And that youth will be difficult for me
But in the end you must be right
Because I am on this shore
that you’ve left and surrendered half-heartedly
And the rain is starting again
the way it rains in November in the islands
Lead sea and pine sky
Distant voices mixing
Voice of friend’s mother, daughter, lover, boat, brother
rapidly picked up clothes before the rain
And the light disappeared with the whiteness
A bit more of walking by the sea and that’s it

Do not give up Ines

Miroslav Antic - Bori se…

(Savršenstvo vatre - M.Antić)

CLXXV

You are hurting me, my body, you are hurting me.
You are loving me, stuffed fool, don’t love, love me.

I’m plucking pedals of light, so that death burns you less.
I’m flying like a century. Like spring above you flow.

You are hurting me. Not getting over me. Making me sick.
I make you sick. I hate you. I am not getting over you.

I burn you. And you are denuding me. Burning me. And I denude you.
I love you. Create you. Do not love. I love you.

I am tearing off chains of time. Oh, trust me, cannons of hatred
will bang into us, and in us it will grow.

But will the sea of jealousy heal? Beg me.
Open up. Fight. I am fighting. Do not get over me.

Dobrisa Cesaric - Prazan zivot

Empty Life

 

All the streets are offending us
with always the same faces
and our souls are thirsty
for endless views

We have had enough of that
Run, run away somewhere!
We are waiting for a miracle,
But it wont happen.

We swear on misery,
but joys are not happening
and days go by that way
with always empty hands.

 

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