Prazan život

Prazan život

Sve ulice nas vrijeđaju

uvijek istim licima,

a naše duše žeđaju

za beskrajnim vidicima.

O mi smo toga presiti.

Pobjeć, pobjeći nekuda.

Mi čudo jedno čekamo,

a neće nam se desiti.

Ne kunemo se mukama,

a radosti ne dolaze;

i dani tako prolaze

sa vječno praznim rukama.

Empty Life

All the streets are offending us

with always the same faces,

and our souls are thirsty

for endless vistas.

We have had enough of that

Run, run away somewhere!

We are waiting for a miracle,

But the miracle won't come.

We do not swear by misery,

but joys don't come,

and so the days pass by

with always empty hands.