Plavi cvijete
My Blue Flower
Taj uvojak plave kose,kroz koji ti pogled viri,na tvoje je čelo pao,kao cvijetak miris širi.
That curl of your golden hairthrough which your eyes are peeping out,on your brow has fallen down,and like a flower spreads scent about.
Oči tvoje modre, snene,kradom moje srce draže.Usne slatke i vatrene,poljubac od mene traže.
Your blue eyes, half-closed in dream,slyly tease this heart of mine;lips so sweet, with fire agleam,for a kiss from me they pine.
A ručice tvoje, draga,u zagrljaj meni lete.Kako da ne ljubim tebe,moj voljeni, plavi cvijete.
And your little arms, my dear,fly into my arms anew;how could I not kiss you, then,my beloved, my flower blue!
Valpovo, 1981.
Valpovo, 1981