Balada iz predgradja
....I lije na uglu petrolejska lampa Svjetlost crvenkastožutu Na debelo blato kraj staroga plota I dvije, tri cigle na putu. I uvijek ista sirotinja uđe U njezinu svjetlost iz mraka, I s licem na kojem su obično brige Pređe je u par koraka. A jedne večeri nekoga nema,
A moro bi proć;
I lampa gori,
I gori u magli,
I već je noć.
I nema ga sutra, ni prekosutra ne,
I vele da bolestan leži,
I nema ga mjesec,
I nema ga dva,
I zima je već,
I sniježi...
A prolaze kao i dosada ljudi
I maj već miriše---
A njega nema, i nema, i nema ,
I nema ga više
I lije na uglu petrolejska lampa
Svjetlost crvenkastožutu
Na debelo blato kraj staroga plota
I dvije, tri cigle na putu.
Balada iz predgrađa
Suburban Ballad
And it flows in the street corner,
from an oil lantern
the red-yellowish light.
Over the thick mud
near an old rail,
and two-three bricks on the site.
And always the same paupers enter
its light from darkness.
With faces usually full of concern
they cross it in a few steps.
And one evening
someone is not there
though he should pass by the light.
And the lamp burns
and burns in the fog
and it’s already night.
And he’s not there
the next day and the day after.
And they say
that he’s bedridden.
And he doesn’t appear
for a month and another,
and it’s already winter
and the snow’s fallen…
And people keep crossing
and May is in the air -
only he’s been missing,
and he’s been missing,
and there he’s no longer.
And it flows in the street corner
from an oil lantern
the red-yellowish light.
Over the thick mud
near an old rail,
and two-three bricks on the site.
(translated by Bozica Cvjetkovic)