Zašto ti pjesme pišem?
Why Do I Write You Poems?
Zašto ti pjesme pišemuvečer u susret noći?Dva blaga izvora srećeza mene su tvoje oči.
Why do I write you poemsat evening, as the night draws near?Two gentle springs of joy to meare those two eyes of yours, my dear.
Pred sobom vidim tvoj liku noći sanjam te žedno.Pijem ti usne mednei ljubim ti lice čedno.
Before me I can see your face,at night I thirst and dream of you;I drink your lips as honey sweetand kiss your face, so chaste and true.
Na jastuku rasuta bujna,predivna tvoja kosa.Sa latica mirisne ružepod grlo pala ti rosa.
Across the pillow, scattered, liesyour lush and lovely flowing hair;from petals of a fragrant rosethe dew fell to your throat so fair.
A predivne tvoje grudi,dva su dragulja tvoja.Kada ih milujem, draga,to stvarna sreća je moja.
And those most lovely breasts of yoursare two rare jewels, all your own;when I caress them, darling mine,that is the truest joy I've known.
Valpovo, 1975.
Valpovo, 1975