Sjećanje na djetinjstvo
Remembering My Childhood
Djetinjstvo moje bolno mi prisjelo.Svakoga sam dana bos po trnju hodo.Na meni je bilo skrpljeno odijelo,dok sam tuđe krave po strnjaku vodo.
My childhood weighs on me, a bitter pain I've known:barefoot I walked on thorns, and did so every day;the clothes upon my back were patched and roughly sewn,while I led other people's cows where stubble lay.
I sad kad se sjetim srce me zazebe.Na svakom koraku, bijedu sam susreto.Nikada se nisam stidio sam sebe,jer poštenje meni bilo je presveto.
Remembering it now, a chill goes through my frame.At every step I met with poverty and need;yet I have never had to hang my head in shame,for honesty to me was sacred, as a creed.
Koru suhe prove svaki dan sam grizo.Da se može bolje, nisam mog'o znati,ipak nisam nikom u životu gmiz'o.Tako me je moja naučila mati.
A crust of dry cornbread I gnawed on every day;that life could be much better, I could never know,yet all my life I've crawled to no one on my way:and that is how my mother taught me, long ago.
Valpovo, 16. 03. 1976.
Valpovo, March 16, 1976