Mišlju Nedorecen
Mišlju nedorecen gradiš joj san
Na ramenu ti znak
A oko ti trne
Mišlju nedorecen osviceš joj dan
Prag i korak lak
U vec pune urne
Sipaš vrijeme od praha sat
Otkucaj kradeš vjecnosti tat
Sipaš vrijeme o ludog li sna
Ponoc kuca otkucaj je zna
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Last night
Last night I asked the drop
what nobody had dared to ask before
I said
come on, isn't it time you washed my face
isn't it time you stopped falling in tears
isn't it time for me to drink you
isn't it time for you to touch me
isn't it time for me to see the world within you
come on, what are you waiting for
why don't you finally fall down
that was the rage of a dead chicken
Sinoc sam rekla kaplji
sto joj niko ranije nije smio reci
rekla sam
hajde, nije li vrijeme da me umijes
nije li vrijeme da suzom prestanes
nije li vrijeme da te popijem
nije li vrijeme da dotaknes
nije li vrijeme da u tebi sagledam svijet
hajde sta cekas
zasto vec jednom prosto ne kanes
bio je to bijes mrtvog pileta
Miroslava Odalovic
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Dreamt of in a thought (Nafaka)
we are all made of words
fragile sewing
we are all made of stars
shiny sewing
we are all made of stone
solid endlessly
we are all made
of a grass leave
seen by the matter
we are all made of breath
endlessly breathing
we are all made of waiting
dreamt of in a thought
dreamt of in a thought
dreamt of in a thought
od rijeci smo svi
sasiveni krhko
od zvijezda smo svi
sjajem obrubjeni
od kamena smo svi
cvrstinom u nedogled
od travke smo svi
sagledani u tvar
od daha smo svi
disanjem u nedogled
od cekanja smo svi
mislju odsanjani
mislju odsanjani
mislju odsanjani
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All the things that brought us home/Sve ono sto nas je dovelo kuci
All the things that brought us home
We took them for awhile
Gently to the heart
Gently to the breast
To feed the hungry sky
All days that brought us here
Passages of time
We took them for not more
Than a living moment
And now we glisten in the heart of Crone
Beauty beat and pulse alone
Sve ono što nas je dovelo kuci
Na nako vrijeme uzesmo
Blago pri scru
Blago na grudi
Gladno nebo da hranimo
Sve dane što nas doniješe ovdje
Prolaze vremenog
Ne uzesmo više
No živi tren
I sad smo u srcu Hrona sjaj
Ljepote bilo samotan otkucaj
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Ti u svom uglu sam to znam
Na ramenu ti riječ i urezano sve
Loviš me mišlju brži si od svjetla
I zalud bježim jer pustiti ne mogu
Tebe da prodješ ko što prođ e dan
Tebe da prodješ da ne boliš sam
Ti što u tom uglu sam to znam
Č ekaš da prodjem ti sjenom od talasa
Na tren kada se sretnu dvije pjene
Ne osta ništa ni kapi od mene
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A Beat Of Sorrow That Thinks Of Beauty/Otkucaj Tuge Sto Ljepotu Mni
it takes a memory that runs over itself
to get to learn and endless southern rhythm
it takes a fire that burns itself down
to get to know an ocean wave
it takes tender enough strong enough fingers
to summerize anything into a touch
so that the heard amidst the things could recognise
a beat of sorrow that thinks of beauty
it takes much more and reaches much stronger
to ask for more to search and look
so as to eventually know
the one in the seed of wake planted
the being cut off from itself
into the cliffs of the world pushed forever
it takes a huge knowledge an endless one
of this world's drama
for just one beat of sorrow that thinks of beauty
otkucaj tuge što ljepotu mni
potrebno je sjećanje koje samo sebe gazi
da bi se spoznao beskrajni ritam juga
potrebna je vatra koja samu sebe spaljuje
da bi se spoznao okeanov talas
potrebni su dovoljno nježni i snažni prsti
da bi se išta saželo u dodir
da bi srce u srži svega moglo da prepozna
otkucaj tuge što ljepotu mni
potrebno je mnogo više mnogo snažnije
da se ište dalje da se traži
da bi se najzad saznalo
ono u sjemenu buđenja začeto
od sebe samog otkinuto biće
u urvine svijeta zauvijek bačeno
potrebno je jedno veliko beskrajno veliko
poznavanje drame ovog svijeta
za samo jedan otkucaj tuge što ljepotu mni
1990.
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Let me be today (Nafaka)
Tomorrow I will die
There’s still some time to go
Let go of me today
There’s a sky I’ve got to kiss
Tomorrow I will cry
Today I’ve got to seize the day
It’ll slip away into oblivion
Today I’ve got to step out of the circle
It’s not my time to leave
To drag the soul out of the shells
I want to know everything
But this is not the day to ask
Let go of me today
I need to be one with everything
I’ll part some other day
Let go of me one more day
It’s not my time yet
I’ll die another one
NEKA ME DANAS
umrijecu sutra
ima jos vremena
Pustite me danas
moram da poljubim nebo
plakacu sutra
danas treba da uhvatim dan
skliznuce u zaborav
Danas moram da izadjem iz kruga
nije mi jos vrijeme da odem
da izvucem dusu iz skoljki
Hocu sve da znam
ali nije dan da pitam
Neka me danas
treba da se stopim
rastacu se nekog drugog dana
Pustite me jos danas
nije mi jos vrijeme
umrijecu neki drugi put
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The Light Of Day/Svjetlosni Dan
The thing standing by the well
Is not looking for a song
It wants a beat an echo and a fall
It wants a bottom bucket rope the water
It wants the hands that can find the way
To an abyss treasure and the light of day
Što kraj bunara stoji ne traži pjesmu
Ono hoće otkucaj eho jednog pada
Ono hoće dno vedro konop vodu
Ono hoće ruke koje znaju put
Do ponornog blaga i svjetlosnog dana
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a place untouched by a thought (Nafaka)
out of it the tree grows
a mountain will rise with me?
a twilight will sing with me?
through the windows of open restlessness
a piece of sense where will it go
stop the guitars
so that the darkness can sing
the music of sphere
mislju je dotaknuto mjesto iz koga raste drvo nade
hoce li samnom narasti planina
hoce li samnom propjevati sumrak
u prozore otvorenog nemira
kriska smisla dokle ce stici
zaustavi gitare
da zasvira tmina
citaoce
muziku sfera
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Vatra I Sutra
u šaci strepnje istine gore
suza vremena u njoj tiho gine
s kapija uskih razum i stid zbore
u naručju tihom da se lako vine
vatra i sutra riječ i vrijeme
i umrlog konja tihi sap
mraz i jutra plameno sjeme
i promrzlog dodira kap
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I've got/Ja imam
I've got time my friend
when everybody else thinks
I've got hours
think I've got minutes
think I've got seconds
think I've got clocks
think I've got watches
all I've got are
changes
I ja imam vrijeme prijatelju
kad svak drugi misli
da imam sate
imam minute
imam sekunde
satove zidne
satove zglobne
sve sto imam
su promjene
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Lyricon 1
I the being of pure deceptions
Hide the hair from solitude
The hair the evening was silent about
I by the desert thirst cracked
Patchwork the edges of time
A universe flat on my own forehead
I push into the last heart beat
(Lyrical icon 2005)
Lirikon 1
Ja bić e č istih zabluda
Od osame skrivam kose
Što ih je ć utalo več e
Ja od žeđ i pustinje ispucala
Rubove vremena krpim
Svemir poravnat na svome č elu
Guram u posljednji otkucaj
(Lirska ikona 2005)
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A bullet proof thought/Misao otporna na metak
A bullet proof thought
Pushed away determines the edges of a goal
A life style built on the margins of its own lie
Hardly overcoming a life form
Like a deadly foe always ready to shoot
Sworn by dawn and its own branch of the sun
To settle it on a thin beam of breathing
You asked me where one should go
I the daughter of a sorry
I am carried towards her own edges
Where each goal is to disappear into the clouds
And sing new skies in an armful of white
I dwell within the kiss of the paths
In a street made up of one name only
Pushed down the number thirty five
On the threshold of all the houses a doormat of a dwelling
Knocking with its heart on its own door
And my eyes fall down my own windows
Down to a mad world
That's become less painful
Since the moment I stopped looking for
Miraculous meanings of words
Grown within time and layers of the uttered
Now I first give them to the birds
If they don't eat I don't eat eaither
That's where I'm going
What about you
Misao otporna na metak
Skrajnuta odreduje ivice cilja
Životni stil izgraden na marginama sopstvene laži
Tesko preboljeva životnu formu
Ko smrtnog neprijatelja uvijek spremnog na pucanj
Zakletog svitanjem sopstveni ogranak sunca
Da ugnijezdi na tankoj zraci disanja
Pitala si me kuda
Ja kci jednog žao mi je
Nošena na sopstvene rubove
Gdje svaki cilj je nestati oblakom
Narucjem bjeline ispjevati nova neba
Stanujem u poljupcu staza
U ulici sazdanog od samo jednog imena
Gurnutog s broja trideset i pet
Na pragu svih kuca otirac stanovanja
Što srcem kuca na sopstvena vrata
A oci mi padaju niz sopstvene prozore
Dolje na sludjeni svijet
Što postaje manje bolan otkad ne tražim
Cudotvorna znacenja rijeci
Uraslih u vrijeme i slojeve recenog
Sad ih prvo dam pticama
Ako ih ne jedu necu ni ja
Eto tuda idem
A ti
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An Experiment-Opit
time insight into a cage
like a persistent white mouse
labirynth stuck
sniffing a piece of sky
wire conditioned
light blinded
on the swing of a moment
there sways a result
an experiment of sense
u kavez sagledano vrijeme
ko istrajan bijeli miš
u lavirintu zaglavljen
njuška komad neba
žicom uslovljavan
svjetlom zaslijepljivan
na ljuljašci trenutka
klati rezultat
opit smisla
1999.
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the winged space beyond the possibility of standing (Nafaka)
turning the clock back into endlessness
I will say nothing in a silent whisper
The time over bridged from now to duration
The steps follow to the point of no return
I will say nothing with an encircled verse
prostor raskriljen nad mogucnoscu stajanja
u nepovrat vraticu sate
govoricu nista u sapatu tihom
vrijeme premosceno od sada do trajanja
u nepovrat stope prate
govoricu nista zaokruzenim stihom
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Entertain Me, Death / Zabavi Me, Smrti
‘Entertain me’ he shatteredly said,
‘I am a tired king dying
Just a heartbeat away from nothing
Bring me the fool the death to juggle
The boredom is biting my lips
The scorn so dumb is choking me.’
And the fool came
Yes, the fool will always be the fool
He rolled his eyes
He threw the balls
Colourful high up into the air
He said:
‘I am a fool my king
You are my wire walker
I spread it far upon the sky
From one world’s end to another
Towards the death itself.’
‘Entertain me’, he shatterdly said,
‘I’m a tired king walking on the wire
Bering me the death to see its gown
Its blade so sharp upon the dawn
The boredom is biting my lips
The scorn so dumb is choking me.’
And the death came in clattering chains
The dance of vengeful laughter it danced
Beyond an open emptiness
‘Entertain me’, it shatterdly said,
‘Entertain me, please, do it
I’m a tired king walking on the wire
The scorn so dumb is choking me.’
Zabavi me raspuknuto reč e
Ja sam umoran kralj na umorutak otkucaj
Dovedite mi ludu da zaigra smrt
Dosada nagriza usne
I prezir me tupi guši
I dođ e luda
Da, luda ko luda
Zakoluta oč ima šarene loptice
Visoko u vazduh baci
Reč e:
'Ja sam luda o kralju moj
A ti si ti si moj igrač na žici
Nebom je posavljam dakelo
S kraja na kraj svijeta
Pa sve do same smrti.'
‘Zabavi me, ' raspuknuto reč e,
'Ja sam umoran kralj na umoru
Tek otkucaj daleko od nič eg
Dovedi mi smrt da vidim njen skut
I oštricu njenu pod nožem jutra
Dosada nagriza usne
I prezir me tupi guši.'
I dođ e smrt zveketom okova
Plesom i smijehom osvete zaigra
Nad zjapeć om prazninom
'Zabavi me, ' raspuknuto reč e,
'Zabavi me, molim te, zabavi
Ja sam umoran kralj na žici
Prezir me tupi guši.'
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A liitle smile/Mali osmjeh
a little smile
a little cry
i want to stay with a ray
for it seems to understand
the meaning of a sunbeam
against the sky that slowly virms
the last of ages the fourth of times
that cracks like fire and soul
and burns itself in a language
that never goes beyond
the microeconomic terms of contract
for an ill hailed host
paragraph sealed
mala suza mali osmjeh
ja zelim da ostanem sa zrakom
jer izgleda ona razumije
zna; enje zrake sunca
spram neba sto polako virmuje
posljednje doba cetvrto vrijeme
sto puca ko vatra i dusa
i samo sebe sagorijeva u jednom jeziku
[to nikada ne ide preko
malodomacinskih tacaka ugovora
za zlom oslovljenig domacina
u paragrafu zapecacenom
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Matrix/Matrica
I have a knowledge of order that will not deny me
In the shaking fences of Maria denials
Conceived in rebellion ending in mercy
Because nothing has stood on the night assembly line
To be merely a morning awakening and a step halted
In time accounts self subtracted
Hours dripping self added
In the moment endlessly divided
And the moment endlessly multiplied
I'm removing the layers - Zenon-like, unmovable ones
A frozenness forever thrown into the ashes
Is looking for its countenance in vain
Because I know time is just a mask of a woman
With the face of the ploughed fields
And a pendulum X- ray discovered
Of her head grown within numbers
Because nothing can stand on a matrix
That reconciles statis and division ability
Without a thin layer of an apparent generation
Being thrown down the feet in the walk of her hours
Matrica
Ja poznajem poredak koji me nece poreci
U poljuljanim ogradama Marije poricanja
Pobunom zaceta milošcu zaceta
Jer još ništa nije stalo na pokretne trake noci
Da jutrom bi bilo tek budjenje i korak zaustavljen
U racunu vremena od sebe oduzetog
U kapljanju sati u sebi sabranom
U trenu beskrajno djeljivom
I trenu beskrajno umnoženom
Ja skidam slojeve zenonovski nepokretne
Ukocenost zauvijek bacena u pepeo
Uzalud traga za svojim likom
Jer znam vrijeme je maska žene
Sa licem uzoranih njiva
I klatnom otkrivenim na rendgen snimku
Njene glave urasle u brojeve
Jer na matrici koja miri statis i djeljivost
Ništa više ne može stati
A da se pri tom tanka skrama prividnog nastanka
Ne surva niz stope gazom njenih sati
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Quite civilisational/Sasvim civilizacijski
within an eye of his own face a circle formed
with the walk along the edges of a clock
into the clock hands the knives stand gathered
they push the time between their teeth
they're cutting a tree of each growth
whatever has grown on the blade
is a dropp written in blood
a buried verse swims within
whatever is sparkling on the blade
is a whiteness of an innocent drop
that whispers I'd like to live
sasvim civilizacijski
u oku lica svog obrazovan krug
ophodom po ivicama sata
u kazaljke skupljeni nozevi
guraju vrijeme medju zube
sakate drvo svakog rasta
sve sto na sjecivu stasa
krvlju je ispisana kap
u kojoj pliva sahranjen stih
sve sto se na sjecivu bjelasa
bjelinom je nevina kap
sto sapce da zivim ja bih
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the heart will move away the sorrow(Nafaka)
even if it is cursed under the sky
this being of mine not important
the heart will move away the sorrow
like birds out of their nests the hours will flow
to the point of no return
to the point of no return
the heart will move away the sorrow
I want to rejoice
time is just a possibility of the eternal
the heart will move away the sorrow
I want to dance be one with the rhythm of being
The heart will move away the sorrow
There will be joy there
There will be a blue of the joy there
A meaning cut off from a word
It will flow to the point of no return
To the point of no return
Come with me and sing
The songs of the tribes
Let’s get crazy under the eaves
It won’t be cold
The heart will move away the sorrow
Let it echoe within us from now into eternity
The rhythm of being
The mountains reverbarate
The name of the man
and the name of the woman
and the name of the child
the name of innocence
and the name of experience
come here rejoice
come here and sing
come here and touch
within a snowflake
within a raindrop
within a rock
within a leave of grass
in sparkles of hope
under the blue an outstretsched sense
the heart will move away the sorrow
the heart will move away the sorrow
srce raselice tugu
neka je prokleto pod nebom trajanje moje jer vazno nije
srce raselice tugu
ko ptice
iz gnijezda poteci ce sati
u nepovrat u nepovrat
srce raselice tugu
hocu da se radujem
vrijeme je samo mogucnost vjecnog
srce raselice tugu
hocu da plesem sa ritmom bica da se stopim
srce raselice tugu
tamo ce biti radost
tamo ce biti od sna plavo otkinut smisao sa rijeci
poteci ce u nepovrat u nepovrat
srce raselice tugu
dodjite pjevajte samnom
pjesme plemena
ludujte samnom pod strehama hladno biti nece
srce raselice tugu
neka odjekne u nama odavde do vjecnosti ritam bica
srce raselice tugu
odjeknuce planine ime covjeka
i ime zene i ime djeteta
ime zrenja i ime nevinosti
srce raselice tugu
dodjite radujte
dojite pjevajte
dodjite taknite
u pahulji kapi kise
u kamenu travki
iskrama nade
ispod plavog prostrt smisao
srce raselice tugu
srce raselice tugu
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My Name Is Moonlight
And these stars they are the children of my kiss
They burn the light of my hiding place
They twinkle the shine of my disappearance
My name is the path of Earth
Galaxy chosen spot of love
Fed by heaven’s milk my place of origin
Each dropp a trae of my disappearance
My name is the Sun light
A moment buried in the sundial
It runs gold arrayed time
Eternity carried a waiting away
Moje ime je Mjeseč ev sjaj
A zvjezde su ove djeca mog poljupca
Ona gore svjetlost mog skrovista
Ona sjaje mog nestanka trag
Moje ime je Zemljin put
Galaksijama birana tač ka ljubavi
Mlijekom neba hranjena postojbina moja
Svaka je kap mog nestanka trag
Moje ime je sunč eva svjetlost
U pješč anom satu zakopan tren
On teč e zlatom optoč eno vrijeme
Od č ekanja vječ nošć u nošen
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