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Poetry lovers welcome

Greenboy777
Jun 26, 2013, 4:52 AM 2

  Even for a human happines I'm not made for,because I can't live just of life itself,I'm bored,

    because for anything that egsists I don't have any admire,because I know I can't payoff my 

     life debt only with my dreams,not even with life fire,but even so my well being doesen't seem to 

     feel good in this life,this earth,I would hold on to all of this - might.this life cirlce,life,

   death and birth,for strangly it is,it hearts me the most,that one day i will be gone,and be no more 

    be only a shadow,from my former self,only a ghost.

 

Ni za srecu ljudsku nisam ja stvorena jer ne umem da živim samo 

od življenja; jer ni za šta čega ima nemam divljenja; jer znam da 

 ne mogu svoj životni dug samo snom izmiriti. Pa ipak,mada mi ovde 

 nije udesno, života ja bih zadržala krug,jer boli mene ipak čudesno 

 što će me jednom nestati.  Desanka Maksimović   Takva sam ja  

                                                                         That's me

 

 

 

 

Another climb at dawn, blue,

the pavement, no account

with an empty bag, empty head -

but the to the bottom full heart.

 

I know that there is no more bridge

to the shadow of the past empires,

but still remained bottles, enough -

in the basement of memories ...

 

Gustav Krklec    "Memorial to Skadarlija"

 

Još se penjem zorom, plavom,

uz kaldrmu, bez računa,

s praznom kesom, praznom glavom -

ali srca – do dna – puna!…

 

Znam da nema više mosta

do minulog carstva sjena,

al’ još osta boca, dosta -

u podrumu uspomena…

 

"Spomen na Skadarliju"

 

 

 

The Poet is like the prince of the clouds, 

Haunting the tempest and laughing at the archer; 

Exiled on earth amongst the shouting people, 

His giant's wings hinder him from walking.

 

"The Albatross"   Charles Baudelaire's

 

Tom knezu oblaka i pesnik je sličan

on se s burom druži, munjom poji oči

ali na tlu sputan i zemlji nevičan

divovska mu krila smetaju da kroči.

 

"Albatros"

 

 

  

 

Probudio s' orkan ljuti,

Išcupao vrtu cvete;

Otud dalje - ko da riče:

Teško tebi, jadni svete!

 

Podig'o se u visinu,

Pa oblake razderao;

Stogodišnjem hrastu reče:

'Eto vidiš, sad si pao!

 

Traži more, pa ga nadje.

Tresnu, smrvi bele brode;

Pa uzdahnu urnebesno, -

Nasmeja se, dalje ode.

 

Grom ga prati, a on leti!

Kuda leti, kud li bega?

Ode crkvi, pa tu sruši

Krst sa hrama božijega.

 

Što to činiš? - pitali ga,

Kad je klono pa se stišo....

'Ko bi čuo moju tajnu,

taj bi s' uma odmah sišo.

 

An angry hurricane woke up

Plucked flower from garden;

Hence forth - hardly roared

Woe to you, miserable world!

 

Lifted in height,

He torns throught the clouds;

To centuries-old oak tree he says,

'There you go, now you're gone!

 

Searches for a sea, and found it.

He shakes,crushes white ship;

Sighes and in hilarious -

He laughed, then went further.

 

Thunder follows him, and he flys!

Where are u going, wherever are u running?

He went to the church, and crashed

The cross of the church of God.

 

What are you doing? - They asked him,

and when he decreased ....he answered

'Who could hear my secret,

he would immediately go mad! '

 

Jovan J. Zmaj   "Probudio se orkan ljuti"  

 " A angry hurricane woke up"

 

 

 

I am ready to fall, and the countless bottles are lined up, I collect their corks to plug my own soul.

 

 

 

Gotov sam i stupam bezbroj flasa je u stroju ja zapusace skupljam da dusu zapusim svoju

 

Sergej Jesenjin    "Grubima radost veću"    

"Greater joy to the rough people"

 

 

 

Two paths stand in front of me : one made of flowers,other made of thorns; my legs are iron,I'm chosing thorns.

I cede the path of flowers to whom legs are soft,let the woman walk on flowers ,for thorns are for people who were as men born.

 

Dve predamnom staze stoje jedna s cvećem druga s trnjem-gvozdene su noge moje idem trnju da se vrnem.

Ja ustupam cveća staze kojima je noga meka nek po cveću zene gaze a trnje je za čoveka.

 

Djura Jakšić   "Staze"

                    "Paths" 

 

 

 

When my ashes, my Creator, quietly passes,to the lump of rancid clay, then there will be no 

border between you and me.

 

 

Kad moj prah,tvorče,mirno prodje ,u grumen gline užežene,tad neće biti medje izmedju tebe i izmedju mene.

 

Jovan Dučić    "Povratak"      

                      "Return"

 

 

 

 

 

Citat 

 

On the run from my fate,only deeper and deeper into her I fall.

 

U begu od svoje sudbine sve dublje u nju upadam

 

 

 

And when at last, all the earth strings I tear, and go out like a bird out of the nest

I want that each of my tears shed, at the bottom of your soul become a gold star. 

 

 

Pa kad najzad zemne sve pokidam uze i odavde podjem,kao ptić iz gnezda,

da od svake moje prolivene suze,na dnu duša vaših bude zlatna zvezda. 

 

Vojislav Ilić mladji   "Moj poziv"  

                              "My calling" 

 

 

 

 

I can hear my new screams, making their way through all the guards, it's a good thing that they are

hunted in my troat, because I have no one for whom scream to cry.

 

 

I čujem svoje krike nove,probijaju se kroz sve straže.Dobro je što ih u grlu love,jer nemam kome krik da kažem.

 

Branislav Crnčević    "Krik"  

                              "Scream"

 

 

 

When they took all of the world sides from us,we only had the sky left.Then our troops lined up,and 

said: We are not giving are sky to anyone!!! The children from the den lined up,and famous ancestors

even our future children.And patrion saints.Now we are target for the whole world for not giving 

our sky our soul to anyone,from the cross on which we are spread we

are leaving to the God,to give him our sins for that . 

 

Kad nam uzeše strane sveta,nebo nad nama osta samo.Tad se postroji nasa četa,rekosmo : Nebo nikome ne 

damo. Stadoše u stroj deca iz jama. Postrojiše se i slavni preci.I potomci stadoše s nama.I krsne

 slave domaći sveci.I sad celom svetu na meti što nebu,dušu nikom ne damo,sa krsta na kom smo razapeti, idemo da grehe Bogu damo.

 

Petar Pajić       "Srpska ceta"  

                     "Serbian  troopers"

 

 

 

 

 My life pours in to abyss,from day to day it's getting smaller,and the devil keeps tailing me, trying to rent my shadow.

 

Moj život u ponor curi iz dana u dan sve je manji za mnom djavo u stopu me juri želi senku da iznajmi.

 

Vito Marković    "Beli djavo"  

                       "White devil"

 

 

 

 

 

They are destroying our motherland,is that even destroyable,On your watch Lord, your children are dying, and satans are born.

 

Ruše nam otadžbinu,zar se otadžbina srušiti može? Na tvoje oci gospode tvoja deca umiru a sotone se mnoze .

 

"Srpska pesma za vaskrs"   Ranko Jovović

"Serbian song for Easter"

 

 

 

 

I sometimes want to go blind,and from now on to watch things with your touch-light, to give in 

 to yours eye vision,so easy,so white. 

 

Da oslepim ponekad želim,i da od sada stvari gledam tvojim dodirom lakim belim,tvome očnom vidu da  se predam.

 

"Crna bajka"   -  "Black Fairy tale"   Radovan Karadzić 

 

 

 

 

Red is the blood that boils in our bodies, red is bolt that shreads through the clouds,

red is the sky when it laughs through the dawn,red is ours flag that proudly stands on the wind.

Red is the  hatred in our chest, even the anger that get a hold of us.O tyrants hear us- this is secret no more 

 even our revenge will be pure red-goure.

 

 

Crvena je krvca što kipi u nama;

Crvena je munja što oblak prolama,

Crveno je nebo kad se zorom smije,

Crven nam je barjak, što se gordo vije,

Crvena je mržnja u našim grudima,

Pa i gnev je crven što nas obuzima.

O, tirani, čujte — ne treba vam kriti —

I osveta naša crvena će biti.

 

 

Kosta Abrašević      "Crvena"  

                              "Red"

 

 

 

 

 

In the auditorium,silent as sorrow,an old lady-a mother,takes the medal and a picture of her son,

 On the black robe,on mothers heart,right there smiles a hero on her chest... Before sleep, honourably

 formally and furtively,when the watch stroke 12 instead of sainst icon,mother putted son's picture 

 above the bad,and instead to the saint and God,she bowed to her now immortal hero son.

 

 

U sali svečanoj,tiha kao tuga,starica majka znamenje  prima: na odori crnoj  na majčinom srcu 

 nasmiješi se heroj na grudima...Zatim je majka ,svečano i kradom,kad je ponoć ura odzvonila, 

umesto ikone stavila znamenje  i besmrtnom se sinu poklonila. 

 

 

Branko Copić     "Hero's mother"   -  "Herojeva majka"

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ma rage d'aimer donne sur la mort comme une fenêtre sur la cour.

 

My rage that I love watches to death as a window watches to a courtyard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those who have the world, let them think what shall they do with him, we have only words, and we are happy in that poverty. 

 

 

Oni koji imaju svet neka misle šta će s njim, mi imamo samo reči i divno smo se snašli u toj nemaštini.

 

 

"Zamorena pesma"  -  "Tired song"    Branko Miljković

 

 

 

 

 

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye 

My love, you are in my heart. 

It was preordained we should part 

And be reunited by and by. 

Goodbye: no handshake to endure. 

Let's have no sadness — furrowed brow. 

There's nothing new in dying now 

Though living is no newer.

 

 

Sergej Jesenjin    "Goodbye my friend"

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not have the strength to fight against time, to defend, to save, I'm not givving my own,

  for I look what I have, what was, and more, nothing is mine.

 

 

Nemam snage da se borim sa vremenom,

da odbranim, da sačuvam, ne dam svoje,

nego gledam čega imam, šta je bilo:

i sve više, ništa više nije moje.

 

 

Vladislav P. Dis    "Stara pesma"    

                          "Old poem" 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And seriously through Skadarlija dawn flys,Ou I hate the day I will shoot the bastard! 

with my last twinch I yell : One drink! while floating between death and life.

 

I zbilja Skadarlijom neminovno sviće.Što mrzim dan,pucaću u skota! Poslednjim trzajem vičem : Jedno piće!Lebdeći izmedju smrti i  života. 

 

Dragomir Ćulafić      "Skadarlijska"    

                          "Skadarlija's song"

 

 

 

 

 

 

We ARE people!Just like every other man,only with much more bad luck,therefore we have wide chest  for everyone and a big heart. 

 

Mi smo ljudi kao i drugi ljudi samo sa više sreće zle, ali zato mi imamo grudi i široko srce za svakoga i sve. 

 

 

Vitomir Nikolić      "Balada"  

                           "Ballad"

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have sinned a lot , and now I'm sorry because I didn't sinned enough,because  when I fall only my 

mistakes will be mine and the rest will be strangly. I have sinned I admit i wans't that good, 

i have made mistakes for all of you who didn't have the courage for that,and now nobody doesen't 

want a part of my mistakes, and even if u wanted it,I wouldn't gave it to you.

 

 

Grešio sam mnogo a sad mi je žao što nisam još više i sto nisam ludje, jer samo gresi kad ja 

 budem pao bice moji a sve drugo tudje...Grešio sam priznajem,nisam bio cveće,grešio sam za sve 

vas koji niste smeli i sada deo greha moga niko od vas neće,a  ne bih ga dao i kada bi ste hteli. 

 

 

"Greh"    -   "Sin"     Duško Trifunović 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Talk between a father and a son 

 

F: What did u saw my son in this summer day?

S: I saw that this life is a tourment thing,which consists of non stop incorrect change of sins 

 and missfortunes,that living means  arranging deceptions one on the top of the other.

F:Then would u like to dream my son???

S:No,father,I want to live.

 

 

Ivo Andrić       "Ex ponto"

 

 

 

 

 

And so it smoders beyond people,soft,no body can live like that. I yell to him in wrath : Day! U bastard

 that's not how u supose to dawn! get the hell out of here and come back and dawn like a man!

 

I tako tinja- izvan ljudi,mlako niko tim ne živi. Vičem srdit vani: dani,djubre jedno,ne sviće se tako  gubi se  natrag pa pristojno svani. 

 

"Dan"    -    "Day"    Vitomir Nikolić 

 

 

 

 

 

There was misery everywhere,anger,brothers covered in blood....he looked down throught the sky and 

 went to sleep holding his head..."the vine was much too strong.It knocked me down....I dind't  thought so...

 

Svuda izbe ,beda,bes,braća krvava...kroz nebo pogleda i ode da spava...vino je bilo i suviše jako. 

 Obali me...ne mišljah baš tako! 

 

"Omaška"    -    "Mistake"      Velimir Lukić 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm disappearing.I'm not what I was,I'm becoming something that I'll never be. O,God,where am I 

What have I been drinking,that I dream the about the real life so painfully?

Draming?-senses frozen in sorrow for the world above ordinary things. Moments of deception 

 : that's the sky having his revenge upon me,and I'm starting to become sober,I'm starting to become my oldself again.

 

 "Morning steps"    Gustav Krklec

 

 

 

 

 

And everytime when someone feels bad for me dying,for me not being here any more, 

let them read my poems and let them drink for my soul.

 

A kad kome žao padne što sam umro,što me nije,neka čita pesme moje i za moju  dušu pije.

 

 "Kad isrtune telo moje"   -  "When my body decays"  

 Milorad  P. Šapčanin 

 

 

 

 

Yeah I did it! I made God drunk,made a revlot in the sky and walked him through life, and took his crown ....

Yes I did it! the times are like that,I did, and I knows what waits for me, now I  live only of memories,now I look like a man! 

 

Jeam,opio sam Boga,digao na nebu bunu,i kroz život proveo ga,skinuo mu sa čela krunu.

jeam takva su vremane jesam i znam šta me čeka sada živim od uspomena,sada ličim na čoveka.

 

"Sada ličim na čoveka"   -     "Now I look like a man"    

  Velimir Milošević

 

 

 

 

 

Sinks,falls, dead hope into the hands of the dead God,all that can die,allready did,only pain still lives...

Just as the tear found home on my eye,she wants the meet her end there too, 

but from my dead eye she comes back down to my dead heart...

 

 

Tone,pada,mrtva nada,u naručje mrtvome Bogu,izumrelo što je moglo,samo boli još ne mogu. 

 Navikla je suza oku,izdahnuti tu je rada,al se s mrtva oka vraća pa na mrtvo srce pada.

 

Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj  VIII

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't have peace and I'm not in any war- i'm not fighting,freezing but inside burning,I'm scared 

and at the same time houping,through the sky i'm flying,but on the land I'm falling,I'm not cacthing 

anyone or anything,but still the whole world huging. 

 

Francesko Petrarka

 

 

 

 

This is a matter of life or death
And you were the first to shed these rivers of blood
Cornered- back against the wall, I have no other choice
I'm not leaving alive from here,but I'm taking some of you with me.

This is a matter of life or death
I curse you by the God because you're making me hate
The answer is terror, to make sure that you hear me
I'm not leaving alive from here,but I'm taking some of you with me.

Ovo je pitanje života i smrti,
i ove reke krvi pustili ste prvi.
Sateran u ćošak ja nemam izbor drugi,
svestan sam da gubim, ali biće vaših žrtvi.

Ovo je pitanje života i smrti,
proklinjem vas Bogom jer me terate da mrzim.
Odgovor je teror ne bi li me čuli,
preživeti neću, ali biće vaših žrtvi.

 Beogradski Sindikat   " Welcome to Serbia"

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