Sva godišnja doba
All the Seasons
U ljubavi našoj sve do ovih dana.Sva godišnja doba prošla su kroz mene.Od najljepše sreće pa do bolnih rana.Od žarkoga ljeta do zime studene.
In our love, up to these days, right from the start,all the seasons of the year through me have rolled:from the sweetest joy to wounds that ache and smart,from the burning summer to the winter's cold.
Kada sam te sreo uz mirisno cvijeće,zadrhtaše strune od osmijeha tvoga.Za mene je bilo zeleno proljeće.S tobom mi je sreća došla dana toga.
When I met you where the fragrant flowers grew,at your smile the strings began to tremble so;for me it was the springtime, green and new;that day with you my happiness began to grow.
Poljupcima vrelim ljeto si mi dala.Sa suncem u oku znala si mi doći.U srce mi zašla, a nisi ni znala,da te željno čekam svake tople noći.
With burning kisses, you gave summer to me;with the sun within your eyes, you'd come in sight;you came into my heart, and did not even seeI waited for you, longing, every warm night.
Za mene je bilo i suviše slatko.Želio sam tebe, tvoje zagrljaje.A naše je ljeto bilo vrlo kratko.Oh, kako sam htio da vječito traje!
For me it was all sweet, and even far too sweet;I longed for you, and for your arms around me, dear.And yet our summer was so short, so very fleet;oh, how I wished that it would last, year after year!
Ali nakon sreće i bol mora doći.U moj život tiho jesen se uvukla.Ovi tmurni dani nikad neće proći.Kao list sa stabla srce mi je svukla.
But after happiness, pain too must have its day;and into my life, so quietly, the autumn crept.These gloomy days of mine will never pass away;it stripped my heart, as from a tree a leaf is swept.
I na kraju ipak i zima je došla.Srce mi je bolno puca od studeni.Kao da je sreća pokraj mene prošla.Kao santa leda srce je u meni.
And in the end, the winter came to me at last;my aching heart is cracking open from the chill.It's as if happiness had simply walked on past;the heart in me is like an iceberg, cold and still.
A gdje ti je ljubav kojom si se klela?Da me vjerno ljubiš svake tihe noći!Boli meni nikad ne bi dati htjela,da me nikad nećeš ostaviti moći!
And where's the love by which you swore to me, and whereyour vow to love me faithfully each quiet night?That you would never want to give me pain or care,that you could never find the heart to leave my sight!
Gdje su slatke usne da mi cjelov pruže?Da mi led otope, gdje su tople ruke?Gdje su mile oči? Po kome sad kruže?Zašto me ostavljaš i mećeš na muke?
Where are those lips so sweet, to kiss me? Where are they?Where are the hands so warm, to thaw my ice again?Where are those dear eyes now? On whom, then, do they stray?Why do you leave me so, in torment and in pain?
Valpovo, 19. 10. 1974.
Valpovo, October 19, 1974