Stradanja hram
daj mi moja dušo bijele vode znanja
u kaplji nastanjen tvoj tihi plam
daj mi moja dušo niti tvoga tkanja
da ispletem riječi i da tako znam
da život ide jednom
a smrt stazom drugom
u traganju žednom
i zasut tugom
ja sam
stradanja hram
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The night of mine (Nafaka)
like a pale cracking shadow of the Moon, my night
like a thought of an infinity below a starlit arch, my night
like a murmur of distant lonely silences, my night
like a breathing dying out under the pillow of pain, my night
like an evening star trown into a well, my night
like an abyss of heigths being silenced by the bottom, my night
like shivering of hours at the edge of the knife, my night
like windy wings in unspreadness, my night
like a whisper cut off from the quivering lips, my night
like fingers weaving the webs of the reveiled, my night
like a dawn of darkness, my night
kao blijedilo iskricave sjenke Mjeseca
noc moja
kao misao beskraja pod zvjezdanim svodom
noc moja
kao vreva dalekih usamljenih tisina
noc moja
ko minulo disanje pod jastukom od bola
noc moja
kao vecernja zvijezda spustena u bunare
noc moja
kao sunovrat u visine sto ih cuti dno
noc moja
kao treperenje sati na ostrici noza
noc moja
kao klepet leprsavih krila u nesklopljenosti
noc moja
kao sapat otkinut sa uzdrhtalih usana
noc moja
kao prsti koji pletu mreze razotkrivenosti
noc moja
kao svitanje tmine
noc moja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Biko
September '77
Port elizabeth - sonnenschein
In sechs-eins-neun endlich ruhe
Nur ein stuhl ging aus dem leim
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Du loescht gerade noch eine kerze
Doch nicht ein grosses feuer
Springt die flamme einaml ueber
Treibt der wind sie immer hoeher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Die lange nacht ist viel zu heiss
Ich traeum nur noch in rot
Die welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss
Nur eine farbe tot
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt
Seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt
Sie sind da
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The dawn sways the birds/Zora njise ptice
The birds of flight, my love
The dawn bathes the faces
The faces of love, my love
The dawn sways the seas
The seas of infinity, my love
The dwan moves the bodies
The bodies of breathing, my love
The dawn sways the mornings
The mornings of wake, my love
This is why you never sleep
The restless of dreams, my love
Sealed within my kiss
Signed within my heart
Zora njiše ptice
Ptice od leta, ljubavi moja
Zora mije lica
Lica od ljubavi, ljubavi moja
Zora njiše mora
Mora od beskraja, ljubavi moja
Zora kreć e tijela
Tijela od disanja, ljubavi moja
Zora njiše jutra
Jutra od buđ enja, ljubavi moja
Ti zato ne spiš
Nemirom od sna, ljubavi moja
Poljupcem mojim zapeč ać en
I u srcu zapisan
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beautiful Soul
Never think you are not worth it
Never think your mind is foul
Keep sparkling under your skin
Like eyes of Glory reaching above
Duso ljepote
Nemoj misliti da nisi dostojna
Niti da ti je umrljan um
Svjetlucaj pod svojom kožom
Ko oč i Slave što se uzvisuju
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Nemušt
Tajno tamna sunčano bilo
Do tkanja tvoga nesvita i zore
Sa zova do mira dola i gore
Pozovi me sebi nemušta silo
Sasni me suncem usnom i snom
Ne gasni zorom nemuštim zborom
Sasni me igrom i novim zovom
U bujici vrtlogu bezdanom
Sutra mi strasti raspni na dah
Nek dišem između pepela i bola
I nikad riječi ne tvori u prah
Da ne umre jezik gore i dola
Tajno tamna sunčano bilo
Do tkanja tvoga nesvita i zore
Sa zova do mira dola i gore
Pozovi me sebi nemušta silo
1997.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Shadow/Moja Sjen
Under the treetops
In the nests
From twilight
Without a dawn
My hair
Under the fingers
Within the hands
From twilight
In blindness
My yearning
Under the eaves
Wet
In the quest
Killed
My shadow
Pod krosnjama
U gnijezdima
Od sumraka
Bez svitanja
Moja kosa
Pod prstima
U sakama
Od primraka
U sljepilu
Moja ceznja
Pod strehama
Pokisla
Traganjem
Ubijena sjen
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Moja Jutra
Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svićem tu zanoćim
Ponoćno dišem
Tešku tminu raznosim
Zvijezdama je brišem
Moja jutra su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Tu svjetlošću puta
Hranim sive gladi
Stojim nesvrgnuta
Gdje riječ mi se gradi
Moja su jutra
Jutra moga sutra
Bjelinomispisuju
Noći tihe magle
Plavim ispisuju
Što ruke su takle
Teret jedne strasti
U osvitu pjene
Jutrom ću potkrasti
Sopstvene zjene
Da svako bijelo prividom gine
Zlatom se optoči i suncem sine
U znak moga jutra
U jutro moga sutra
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A bit of being cut off from a memory/Moj
Echoes closely down the hall like nothing
Thoughts ajar in a big silence
Like a door I must not go through
Unfulfilled thoughts
Left to beat in somebody else’s wells
The moments dragged into nowhere
Through a glass pane pacified in memory
A shivering hope will unveil the veil
Open the eyes
My shadow across the sky
Who knows how many times
Will beg for everything
That doesn’t want to give in
Like a wave drowned in the sea of waiting
Tearful song it will cry
In the foam out of the foam
My newly born dawn
Moj
Od sjeć anja otkinut trač ak trajanja
Što hodnicima blizu odzvanja ko ništa
U velikom ć utanju misli otškrinute
Ko vrata kroz koja ne smijem da prođ em
Ostać e nedomišljene da nekom drugom
Bunarima kucaju
Trenuci odvuč eni u nepovrat
Kroz okna od stakla umirena sjeć anjem
Nada što se batrga
Skinuć e velove otvoriti oč i
Moja sjena preko neba
Po ko zna koji put
Iskać e što se neć e dati
Morem išč ekivanja udavljeni talas
Proplakać e pjesmu
U pjeni iz pjene rođ ena
Moja nova zora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My/Moj
A bit of being cut off from a memory
Echoes closely down the hall like nothing
Thoughts ajar in a big silence
Like a door I must not go through
Unfulfilled thoughts
Left to beat in somebody else’s wells
The moments dragged into nowhere
Through a glass pane pacified in memory
A shivering hope will unveil the veil
Open the eyes
My shadow across the sky
Who knows how many times
Will beg for everything
That doesn’t want to give in
Like a wave drowned in the sea of waiting
Tearful song it will cry
In the foam out of the foam
My newly born dawn
Moj
Od sjeć anja otkinut trač ak trajanja
Što hodnicima blizu odzvanja ko ništa
U velikom ć utanju misli otškrinute
Ko vrata kroz koja ne smijem da prođ em
Ostać e nedomišljene da nekom drugom
Bunarima kucaju
Trenuci odvuč eni u nepovrat
Kroz okna od stakla umirena sjeć anjem
Nada što se batrga
Skinuć e velove otvoriti oč i
Moja sjena preko neba
Po ko zna koji put
Iskać e što se neć e dati
Morem išč ekivanja udavljeni talas
Proplakać e pjesmu
U pjeni iz pjene rođ ena
Moja nova zora
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This is my silence with the taste of ‘never’
A single plunge from the tip of the tongue
Into the clouds anxiety sponges
Burdened with water and wells too mute
Of elements void of translation
A single flame from the tip of the fingers
That once touched the hard locked heart
Within the heights all skies to burn
In elements void of translation
A single stone cast into a cradle
Rocks an embryo crying for a womb
Like a childless lap still eager to fly
In elements void of translation
A single breath signed by an ocean wind
That namelessly carves the gates of open cages
Wrestling with the forbidden language
In elements void of translation
This is my silence with the taste of ‘never’
I give it solely unto you
Ovo je moja tišina sa ukusom 'nikad'
Jedno poniranje sa vrha jezika
U oblake sundere tjeskobe
Pod teretom vode i bunara suviše nijemih
Pod elementima lišenim prevoda
Jedan plamen sa vrhova prstiju
Što jednom je dotakao teško zakljucano srce
U visini da spali sva neba
U elementima lišenim prevoda
Jedan kamen bacen u kolijevku
Ljulja embrion što place za utrobom
Kao krilo bez djeteta što ipak žudi za letom
U elemntima lišenim prevoda
Jedan dah potpisanim okeanskim vjetrom
Što bezimeno urezuje kapije otvorenih kaveza
Rvajuci se sa zabranjenim jezikom
U elemntima lišenim prevoda
Ovo je moja tišina sa ukusom 'nikad'
Dajem je samo tebi
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Za Spec Edu i Rehabili
potrošiću riječi jer ko dukat zvecka
tvoga znanja dar o draga
veselo zvecka tvoja niska oko vrata
viču tvoja usta bjelasaju zubi
ugriz opit potkovan
konjanikom raskovan
drum od kova ko ujed tvog brata
na grlu svijeta tvoje riječi trag
dolaziš nijema beskrajno usitnjena
na info postolju matricom krunisana
da zoveš me Zemljom planetom virtual
ti kraljica tron tajni ritual
u kom virgo intakta
ostavljena ad acta
pečatim peti čin
testamentom hljebnog okrajka
ja sam ti majka
al ti si kučkin sin
i ti od kraja sazdana kći
po zlu me mlijekom ne pamti
potom vas ne živim moji mili
pozdrav za Spec Edu i Rehabili
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
At Twilights Beyond The Fields / U Sutonima Iznad Polja
My shadow will reappear
Whispering for long among the spikes
Turning the pages of light
Among the sunflowers
Homelessly dream under the bridges
Outstretch the hand of a beggar
Spread the hands of a child
To make an embrace
Among the clouds with wings so light
My hair will spread
Undone in the lelek of the beginning
Entangled in the treetops
The fire lit within the ring
Will kill me in the hunger of the quest
Note: lelek (Serbian) – screams of mourning
U sutonima iznad polja
Vaskrsnuce opet moja sjen
I dugo klasjem saputati
Medj suncokretima okretati
Stranice svjetlosti
Pod mostovima beskucno sniti
Ispruziti ruke prosjaka
Rasiriti ruke djeteta
Ne bi li bio zagrljaj
Medj oblacima lakokrila
Sirice se moja kosa
Raspletena lelekom pocetka
Zapletena u krosnjama
U obrucu zapaljena vatra
Umorice me gladju traganja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
O tebi
O tebi ne govorim ljudima jer shvatili ne bi
O tebi govorim
Tek listu kad lomno padne na tlo
Sumraku kad te razlije u boje
I rubu ponornog sjećanja mog
Tek tmini kada progovori glasno
Suzu prolomljenu u dnu crnog oka
Što kanuti neće nikad
Tek vratima odškrinutim i odjeku koraka
Zalutalim pragovima što kuće svoje traže
Otkucaju srca i posljednjom mrežom
Zahvaćenu vodu što kroz konope
Nazad u izvor lije
O tebi ljepoto moja
Ne govorim ni tebi
Jer čak ni ti shvatio ne bi
Da s površine riječi ništa se ne kreće
I ništa u dubine vratiti se neće
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Where Are You?
You placed in the drop
Of my thirsty rains
You waited for in the flight
Of my whirlpool birds
You settled in each
Restlessness word
You sacredly sphered
On my universe forehead
Where are you
Feed with peace
The walk of your hours
Ti nastanjen u kaplji
Mojih žednih kiša
Ti č ekan u letu
Vrtložnih mi ptica
Ti useljen u svakoj
Riječ i od nemira
Ti sveto zaokružen
Na č elu mog svemira
Gdje si
Mirom hrani
Hod svojih sati
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A different heart
I am the thing
You don’t know about yourself
You are the thing
I don’t know about me
But once we meet
There will be
A different heart
Beating in each one of us
ja sam ono što ne znaš o sebi
ti si ono što ne znam o meni
ali jednom
kada se sretnemo
bice drugacije srce
što kuca u svakom od nas
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Tako Zaspan
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj zaspan kot moker vulkan
bolj zaspan kot mrzel katran
C'e bi me pekli na raz'nju se mi ne bi dalo dret
c'e bi me slac'li iz koz'e se mi ne bi dalo umret
c'e bi padel z aviona ne bi mogel letel
c'e bi me moc'no segreli se ni be hotel vnet
Jaz sem ...
C'e bi me bolel zob bi zaspal od bolec'ine
c'e bi me polili s kropom bi zaspal od vroc'ine
vedno ko mi je muka zaspim dokler ne mine
jaz bi rajs'i spal kot zobal rozine
Jaz sem ...
Niti inekcija kofeina mi ne more nic' naredit
rajs'i riskiram eno uko kot da bi se dal budit
ko zjutraj ura zvoni slis'im angele v glavi
ko potekajo spopadi spim v naravi
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj kot zariban kamion bolj kot zadavljen puran
Kdor spi zlo ne misli kdor je buden naj gre spat
ne spat za volanom c'e z'e spis' pa ne divjat
Jaz sem
song performed by by Zmelkoow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Mogoce Me Ni
Nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Nisem se uc'il exat enga litra vina da bi mogu zaklepat z'epe vsakih 5
minut
mislit na denar bolj kot na lastno veselje in gledat face zdolgoc'asenih
kurb
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni ...
Jaz sem s'e bolj neobstojen od molekule ozona in c'e spijem eno pivo paf
se spremenim v kaviar
vedno imam pri sebi lasuljo od fantoma tarzanov dez'nik in majhno opico
ki pazi na denar
nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni
song performed by by Zmelkoow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Let's Go Home Honey / Hajdemo Kuci Duso
She was sitting at a corner
A certain corner of a street made of cardboard
With a cardboard in a cardboard
A dinar fake of gold shining
Her fingers stretching accordion
Like sticky dough that won't go off the hands
She was playing playing so awfully
Her voice cold broken broken fingers blue
Stretching spiders down the scale D-minor
Of a morning full being sung for a dinar
For a dinar a happiness for two dinars the two
She was screaming barefoot each black under her nails
Each black on her tiny teeth
Each black in her hair
Each black in her eyes
She was playing
She was playing for the people
Mottled coats passing by in their buttonedness
That address each other with you
With what's new and how are you
With what are you doing with nothing
With each conquered form of com munication
She was playing playing endlessly
Poor sounds off the broken voice
Pinned wire vocal cords she did not know
She did not recognise the coat
A certain unbuttoned coat two pockets
Two sleeves and a collar
She did not know she did not recognise
Across the zebra crossing towards the prison
Towards the cage where she was playing
She did not recognise
A silently approaching Death that will
As lightly as a feather of a dove or a sparrow's nest
Lift her up from the pavement
To hug her silently tenderly singing
It's over now you little girl
Let's go home, honey
Ona je sjedala u jednom uglu
U jednom uglu ulice od kartona sa kartonom
U kartonu dinar od lažnog zlata presijava
Njene prste što razvlace harmoniku
Ko ljepljivo tijesto što s ruku nece da se smakne
Ona je svirala svirala užasno loše
I glas joj pukao od hladnoce od prstiju plavih
Što razvlace pauke duž ljestvice D-mol
Pune jutarnje otpjevanosti za dinar
Za dinar za srecu za dva dinara dvije
Urlala bosa svako crno ispod nokata
Svako crno na majušnim zubima
I crno u kosi
I crno u oku
Ona je svirala
Svirala za ljude šarene kapute
Što prolaze u zakopcanosti
I obracaju se jedni drugima sa ti sa vi
Sa šta ima novo i kako si
Sa šta radiš sa ništa
Sa svakim savladanim oblikom sa obracanja
Ona je svirala svirala do u beskraj
Loše zvuke s prslog glasa
Bodljikavih glasnih žica ona nije znala
Ona nije prepoznala jedan kaput
Jednu raskopcanost dva džepa
Dva rukava okovratnih
Ona nije znala ona nije prepoznala
Preko zebre korak do zatvora
Do kaveza u kom je svirala
Nije prepoznala
Tiho prošav Smrt da je
Lagano ko pero golubice ili gnijezdo vrapca
Sa plocnika podigne u narucje uzme
Zagrli tiho nježno da pjevuši
Sada je gotovo ti malena
Hajdemo kuci dušo
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Your eyes beyond the sky- Tvoje oci iznad neba
your eyes beyond the sky
the most innocent, I know
they will survive
all the burns of the body
and preserve the soul
for - all that you watched
for - the nightmare on the nuclear trash
and the breath left on the split atom
once all these things
will have to take a rest
tvoje oci iznad neba
najnevinije, znam
one ce preživjeti
sve opekotine tijela
i sacuvati dušu
jer - sve što si gledao
jer - nocna mora na nuklearnom otpadu
i dah ostavljen na pocijepanom atomu
sve to jednom morace
da se odmori
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Can You Hear The Music / Cujes Li Muziku
Can you hear the music in a handful of the ground
There’s an endless circle growing out of spheres
My light will step inside
Your light will step inside
And we’ll be the children of the language
Love pronounced at the break of dawn
Cujes li muziku u grumenu zemlje
Iz sfera nice beskrajan krug
U njega uci ce svjetlost moja
U njega uci ce svjetlost tvoja
I bicemo svi ceda jezika
Zorom ozgovorena ljubav
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!