What the word has said to the lock of silence/Što rijec je rekla pramenu tišine
Should not speak in hair outgrowing the hours
Tense in a verse it's woken up at dawn
It ties it with a cloud at the sky made scales
It breathes the sound it paints a sign
It's mute it thunders swims and flies and crawls
Each quiver a lock getting close to the sky
It's shivering of a dream and reality doom
Conceived of earth set free still a slave
Što riječ je rekla pramenu tišine
Da ne zbori kosom nadrastanja sati
Sapet u stihu zorom ga budi
Vezuje oblakom na vagi od neba
On diše zvuk on slika znak
On ćuti grmi pliva leti gmiže
Svaki titraj pramena nebu sve je bliže
Drhtanje je sna a stvanosti kob
Od zemlje začet slobodan a rob
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Water traces-Vodeni spomenik
Like a curtain of rain
That the hand will never
Be able to move it away
Not even when the eye opens up a drop
Like pools full of thoughts
Dissolving amidst the fall
A sound of the first thunder
Removed from the cloud
With the lightning the fire in hand
The thought dying alone on the breath
Our breathing it breathes
The islands are painting the waters
The waters are painting the skies
The skies are painting out faces
Are we just- the water traces
Vodeni spomenik
Kao zavjesa od kiše
Što ruka je nikad
S prozora skloniti neće
Čak ni kada oko otvori kapi
Kao bazen prepun misli
Što se rastvara sred pada
S oblaka smaknut zvuk prvog groma
S munjom s vatrom u ruci
Hladna kiša prži mi dah
Na dahu riječ obamrla sama
Našim disanjem diše
Ostrva slikaju vode
Vode slikaju neba
Neba nam slikaju lik
Da li smo samo-vodeni spomenik?
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A guitar made of cords/Gitara od zica
Is for a blind the breakfast without a table
Within he ties the sound
Within he ties the fingers when he plays
A piece of bread to the sky that hardly eats
For a triptych of hunger raised
For a meal to the sky cut
Gitara od žica
Slijepom je dorucak bez stola
U koji veže zvuk
U koji veže prste kad svira
Pitavom nebu okrajak hljeba
Za triptih gladi uzgajan
Za obrok neba isjecen
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Budi od svijeta
Budi od svijeta
Grumen od sna
Pticom od leta
Okom bez dna
Pogled u nedogled
Satkanog neba
Nogom u nedostup
Korak od hljeba
Načinjen trag
Buđenja dodir blag
Budi od svijeta
Tkanicom halje
Od nebopleta
I zemljom dalje
Krilati cvijet
Što šušti listom
Jesenji pad
I dušom čistom
Plavog neba glad
Budi od svijeta
Što jede svijetom
Smrt soptvenog tijela
Budi od leta
Što budi letom
Zemljom zamrla vrela
Budi od spleta
Tkanog nebokretom
Duša što cijelo je srela
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I do not know what the bird is thinking/Ja ne znam sta ptica mni
I do not know what a bird is thinking
Into the hints-I know the edges-a walk and a step
And a flight pushed away against the sky
A waterfall of ink pushed down into a word
I'm writing a cloud blue beyond the lead of a letter
Tense it stands a naked with a sign a hand of dark
Pushed further by the wind the thirst dies from air
It satiates itself and it hurts a raindrop
The truth of its flight is the truth of today
But the truth of today is not the same tomorrow
Ja ne znam šta jedna ptica mni
U slutnje-ivice poznam-gaz i korak
Spram neba rukom odgurnut let
Vodopad mastila srucenog u rijec
Pišem oblak plavo nad olovnim slovom
Sapet stoji golo znakom rukom tmine
Vjetrom guran dalje žedj vazduhom gine
Samu sebe toli kaplju kiše boli
Istina joj leta istina od danas
Al istina od danas nije ista sutra
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Herceg-Novi
Novi is the sound the kloster bell ignites
wave made foam the curtains of the rains
the place of the last Savina peace
the verse in which each droplet writes
Lustica apparition dying again
in the rhythm of the silent morn at ease
Novi je zvuk manastirskog zvona
mjesto posljednjeg savinskog okona
pjena od talasa zavjesa od kise
stih u kome svaka kaplja pise
Lusticu kad u prividu gine
ritmom jutarnje tisine
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Silence is the sound of creation/Tisina je zvuk stvaranja
Silence is the sound of creation
An ultimate craving of all the words
As they long for a peace of the Word
Silence sound silence sound
That’s the rhythm of life
Tisina je zvuk stvaranja
Konacna ceznja svih rijeci
Dok teze miru Rijeci
Tisina zvuk tisina zvuk
To je ritam zivota
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The walking thunder my brother/Grom koji hoda moj brat
The walking thunder my brother
He breathes whatever the fire can se
Foretells his own flame
The walking thunder my brother
An echo of a bigiining thunders across the mountains
To stop the silence of the world
The walking thunder my brother
He lets the rains go down
For a dropp of life to fall
Grom koji hoda moj brat
Diše sve što vatra vidi
Sopstveni proriče plamen
Grom koji hoda riječ
Prolomi planinom eho početka
Ćutanje svijeta da stane
Grom koji hoda moj dan
Kiše pušta u pad
Kaplja života da kane
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Od Cežnje Nabrekla Dahom Ukleta
Sopstvenu sjenku gazim
Sašivenom haljom od hiljade ljeta
Zmijom ugrižena zemljama gazim
I tu sam sasvim gdje još me ima
Gdje rijeci mi još blagoslov mole
S krajickom proljeca u snu smrtnih zima
Zraci me misli griju i još vole
U vatri gašena na lomaci slutnji
Da rijecju još je obrecena nada
U stisku neba u dnu svih slutnji
Gdje bezdano liže plamen mog pada
Od cežnje nabrekla dahom ukletim
Svom miru za jedan plamen sam bliže
Tu sam da dišem još malo da letim
Jer rijec me vatre na oltar diže
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Three Hours
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave.
Three hours from london
Jacomos free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when hes home
In search of a story
Thats never been known.
Three hours from speaking
Everyones flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall.
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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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
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Yes I Am That Cast Away Shadow/Da Ja Sam Ta Odbacena Sjenka
Merry go spin that walks through your door
Chasing the tail of a wild beast night
And jealous of the moon that snarles at the hunt
Yes I can turn the wisps of smoke spelled signs
Into the raincall that falls into your eyes
To fulfill a promise made within a drop
Of plenitude vacancy jigsaw puzzled thought
Reverberating through your starvexed mind
Yes I once wrote an ode to a Moon beam
And a biography of a pallid white
Paling across the face of earth
And loved it the way a woman loves its own disease
No I can never belong to you
Unless you belong to yourself
Da ja sam ta odbacena sjenka
Što se ludo vrti prolazi ti kroz vrata
I što juri rep divlje zvjeri noci
Ljubomorna na mjesec što reži pri lovu
Da mogu pretvoriti zvuk srocen od pramena dima
U kišni zov što ti u oci sipa
Da ispuni obecanje sazdano u kapi
Punoce praznine zagonetke klackalice misli
Što odzvanja zvijezdom uznemirenim umom
Da jednom sam napisala odu zraci Mjeseca
I biografiju blijedila preko lica zemlje
I zavoljela ga kao što žena voli sopstvenu bolest
Ne ne mogu ti nikada pripasti
Osim ako ne pripadneš sebi
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Quite Subsidiary / Sasvim Pritocno
diary pages i never wrote
due to some unknown individual intuition
a friend once explained to me
which i never really understood
they keep oozing in front of my eyes
a trailer from a movie long forgot
a midsummer's heat
pronounced at the tip of my tongue
that does not remember the language
but is ready to outriver the numbers
sliding down the covers
there's a painting perhaps
that i've never been up to
and i will never paint
a draft made of eyes and ears void
staring right at me from the broken sky
that knows each piece of its shatteredness
foretold by the mirror
i normally use to put lipstick only
or merely draft my eyes so as not to forget them
by the end of the day
and each time my fingers prolong into keyboards
there's a music played unheard humming oou of debris
the world would say it's time for itself to die
in the meaning of each word that's uttered about it
stubbornly defending its unutteredness
that always shakes me into an earthquake speech
and just like an earthquake i cannot stand still
there are too many cracks i made and need to fill
sascim pritocno
stranice dnevnika koje nikad nisam ispisala
zahvaljujuci jednoj individualnoj intuiciji
koju mi je prijatelj jednom objasnio
a nikad je nisam razumjela
cure mi pred ocima
trejler iz filma davno zaboravljenog
Jovanjdanja vrelina
izgovorena na vrhu jezika
koja je zaboravila jezik
ali je spremna da nadrijeci brojeve
što klize niz korice
postoji moždajedna slika
kojoj nikad nisam bila dorasla
koju nikad necu naslikati
slika napravljena od ociju i ušiju jaza
koja me posmatra pravo iz slomljenog neba
koje poznaje svaki komadic svoje polomljenosti
obrecene ogledalom
što ga obicno koristim samo da bih stavila ruž
ili skicirala svoje oci
da ih ne zaboravim do kraja dana
i svaki put kad mi se prsti izduže u klavijature
stvara se necujna muzika što pjevuši iz srce
svijet bi rekao da mu je vrijeme da umre
u znacenju svake rijeci koja je o njemu izrecena
uporno braneci svoju neizrecivost
koja me uvijek protrese u govor zemljotresa
i baš kao zemljotres ne mogu da stojim mirno
ima previše pukotina koje sam stvorila
a moram da ih popunim
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What Made The Breathing So Soft And So Silent-Ono Što Je Uč İ nilo Disanje Tako Mekanim İ Tako Tihim
when the pillows choked a feather made dream
was the sound of the wells mute to the light of day
their water still dripping right through my hands
not a single dropp could contain the thought
ono što je uč inilo disanje tako mekanim i tako tihim
kad su jastuci ugušili paperjasti san
bješe zvuk bunara nijemih za svjetlost dana
njihova mi voda još teč e kroz šake
nijedna kap nije mogla da uhvati misao
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All The Colours Of The Blue-Sve Boje Plavog
I know the colour of the night
for I am the colour of the night
I dress it in whiteness
it dies out in a snowflake
I know the red of the twilight
for I die with every sunset
deliver it in my own blood
I know the colour of the dawn
for I rise with every sun
the black I dress it in
mourns an encaged butterfly
I know the colour of the smiling water
for I am the smiling water
hiding tears in each of the drops
And I know all the colours of the blue
for blue is mine
cloud sewn dawn
poznajem boju noći
jer ja sam boja noći
u bjelinu je oblačim
ona gine u pahulji snijega
poznajem boju zalaska
jer umirem sa svakim suncem
sopstenom krvlju ga rađam
poznajem boju izlaska
jer se budim sa svakom zorom
crnina kojom je oblačim
za zatočenim leptirom žali
poznajem boju nasmješene vode
jer ja sam nasmješena voda
u svakoj kapi skrivam suze
i poznajem sve boje plavog
jer plavo je moje
oblakom opšiveno svitanje
2009.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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With the first of Fridays/Sa prvim petkom
With the first of Fridays
I'll leave the story aside
The story which summnons the days
Under the edges of the sky
I'll spell a verse
Spelling a silence
A passed away meal
In the bitterness of bread
Spelled by the sun
The willows I will reach
With
The embrace of light
The new dawn bathed
Burned by the fire
Come close to the wounds
Leave a dropp ajar
In an endless sea
Bathe in it washed by the drops of hope
The wave of pain touching the face
Birds bathed in an endless flight
Sa prvim petkom
Ostavicu pricu
Što dane zove pod rubove neba
Srociti stih
Kom tišine sricu
Minulim zalogajem
Gorcinu hljeba
Omamljena suncem
Pod jasike stici
Sa
Zagrljajem svjetla
Okupane zore
Spržena vatrom
Ranama prici
Otškrinuti kapljom
Beskrajno more
U njemu umiti kapljama nade
Talasom bola što se mreška lice
Beskrajem leta umivene ptice
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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
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Fiat
Dawn will set candles guttering.
It will light up and loose the swifts.
With this reminder I'll burst in:
Let life be just as fresh as this!
Dawn's like a gunshot in the dark.
A bang-and flying burning bits
Of wadding go out, spark by spark.
Let life be just as fresh as this.
Another guest outside's the wind.
At night, it huddled close to us.
It's shivering-at dawn, it rained.
Let life be just as fresh as this.
It's so ridiculous and vain!
Why did it want to guard this place?
It saw the 'No admittance' sign.
Let life be just as fresh as this.
I'll do your bidding at a sign-
A wave of kerchief-now,
While in the darkness you still reign
And while the fire's not out.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Corner Of The Earth
Little darlin dont you see the sun is shining
Just for you, only today
If you hurry you can get a ray on you, come with me, just to play
Like every humming bird and bumblebee
Every sunflower, cloud and every tree
I feel so much a part of this
Natures got me high and its beautiful
Im with this deep eternal universe
From death until rebirth
This corner of the earth is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play
On the face of it Im blessed
When the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
So inspired of that theres nothing left to do or say
Think Ill dream, til the stars shine
The wind it whispers and the clouds dont seem to care
And I know inside, that its all mine
Its the chorus of the breakin dawn
The mist that comes before the sun is born
To a hazy afternoon in may
Natures got me high and its so beautiful
Im with this deep eternal universe from death until rebirth
You know that this corner of the earth is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play
On the face of it Im blessed
When the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
This corner of the earth, is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play
On the face of it Im blessed
When the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Weirdo
The other day I came across
Someone I knew and he was lost
I dont care what we have done
You never will believe it
Its a life thats made for me
Where I can be completely free
So long as I obey this sound
That echoes all around
Just like the ocean or the sea
Just like the blood that burns in me
Someone like you cannot be free
Just like a lock without a key
Just like the ocean or the sea
Just like the blood that burns in me
Someone like you cannot be free
Just like a lock without a key
Just like the ocean or the sea
Just like the blood that burns in me
Someone like you cannot be free
Just like a lock without a key
Just like the ocean or the sea
Just like the blood that burns in me
Someone like you cannot be free
Just like a lock without a key
So, I thought this cannot be
Theres someone else in here with me
I dont care where we have been
You never will believe it
I know you and you know me
And were as happy as we can be
I know where this world belongs
It dont mean much to me
Just like the ocean or the sea
Just like the blood that burns in me
Someone like you cannot be free
Just like a lock without a key
song performed by by New Order
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Pljuvam Skozi Okno
Pljuvam skozi okno in gledam kam pljunec leti
sonce zahaja nekje dalec' grmi vidim tvoj pogled kako v prazno brez
volje
lez'i
v dimu cigarete se tudi moj razmegli
Z'e tretji dan dez'uje in mene glava boli
si kdaj vidu kako kac'a trpi valja se v vroc'ini kjer je vedno lepo bilo
poletje brez vec'erov je kot belo zlato
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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