Netaknuta ruža
The Untouched Rose
Slatka si, divna, nježna i mila.Kao da si uvijek najsretnija bila.Kanda ti je život procvjetalo cvijeće,a ipak je bolan bez ljubavne sreće.
You are so sweet and lovely, tender, dear and mild,as though you'd been the happiest since you were a child.It seems your life's a garden where the flowers blow,and yet without love's happiness it's full of woe.
Pogled ti je tužan kao Mona Lize.A duša je tvoja sjetna puna krize.Oči su ti suzne, k'o da nekog tuže,a tijelo pupoljak netaknute ruže.
Your gaze is sad, as sad as Mona Lisa's eyes;your wistful soul is full of crisis and of sighs.Your eyes are full of tears, as if they'd blame and chide;your body is a rosebud, still untouched, untried.
U ranoj mladosti, dok si mila mala,za taj bolni život još nisi ni znala.Sudbinu života dale su ti vile,dok su pokraj tebe uz kolijevku bile.
In early youth, while you were dear and small,you knew nothing of this painful life at all.Your fate in life was given by the fairies' handwhen by your little cradle they had come to stand.
Ili možda tvoje srce uzet neće.To što nudi život, taj trenutak sreće.Uzmi od života ono što je tvoje,jer za sretnu ljubav trebaju tek dvoje.
Or maybe your own heart won't take what life extends:that moment's happiness, the joy that fortune sends.So take from life whatever's yours, whatever's due,for happy love, my dear, all that it takes is two.
Valpovo, 15. 06. 1974.
Valpovo, June 15, 1974