Nepovratna pesma
Nepovratna pesma
Nikad nemoj da se vracas
kad vec jednom u svet krenes
Nemoj da mi nesto petljas
Nemoj da mi hoces-neces.
I ja bezim bez povratka.
Nikad necu unatrag.
Sta ti znaci staro sunce,
stare staze,
stari prag?
Tu je ono za cim moze da se pati
Tu je ono cemu mozes srce dati.
Al' ako se ikad vratis
moras znati
tu ces stati
I ostati.
Ocima se u svet trci
Glavom rije mlako vece
Od reke se dete uci
ka morima da potece.
Od zvezda se dete uci
da zapara nebo sjajem.
I od druma da se muci
i vijuga za beskrajem.
Opasno je kao zmija
opasno je kao metak
da u tebi vecno klija
i carlija tvoj pocetak.
Ti za koren
nisi stvoren
Ceo svet ti je otvoren.
Ako ti se nekud zuri,
stisni srce i zazmuri.
Al' kad podjes - nemoj stati
Mahni rukom.
I odjuri.
Ko zna kud ces.
Ko zna zasto.
Ko zna sta te tamo ceka.
Ove su zelje uvek belje
kad namignu iz daleka.
Opasno je kao munja
opasno je kao metak
da u tebi vecno kunja
i muci se tvoj pocetak.
Ti si uvek krilat bio
samo si zaboravio.
Zato leti.
Sanjaj.
Trci.
Stvaraj zoru kad je vece.
Nek' od tebe zivot uci
da se peni i da tece.
Budi takvo neko cudo
sto ne ume nista malo,
pa kad krenes - kreni ludo,
ustreptalo,
radoznalo.
Ko zna sta te tamo ceka
u maglama iz daleka.
Al' ako se i pozlatis,
il' sve tesko,
gorko platis,
uvek idi samo napred.
Nemoj nikad da se vratis.
Non-Returning Poem
When you start going to the world,
never look back or go behind.
"Won't" does not do--"will" is the word,
the only right word you should find.
I also run without return.
I don't look back 'cause I am bold.
Anyway, what means the old Sun?
Well known old paths?
The door-sill that's old?
All these things you could cherish.
For these things your heart could run pettish.
But, if you ever do come back,
I have to say:
That's where you'll stay.
And just stay.
A boy runs to the world through his eye.
His head fights all those evening pleas.
He learns from a river how to fly
towards the oceans, towards the seas.
He learns from millions of sparkling stars
to reach the sky, to gleam and shine.
He learns from roads how to get scars
and boldly go further to reach the divine.
It is dangerous like a snake,
it is dangerous like a shell
if my beginning is awake,
if it's always so good and well.
And I would like to run wild.
I hold my heart.
I shut my eye.
When I start going I won't look back
because I'm eager to try to fly.
I don't know where.
I don't know why.
I don't know what's hidden far behind.
I know that here--
as I cross a line,
they try to smear,
they try to bind
all that I find.
It is dangerous like lightning.
It's dangerous like a shell
if my beginning is fighting,
if it's still so good and well.
That is why I run away.
That's why I run.
That's why I seek.
I make dawns out of the evening Sun.
Let the life learn how to flow
the very same way I have done.
I'm miraculous in a way--
when I start something, I'm not slow;
when I start, I am eager and gay--
my impatience
and curiousity grow...
I don't know what will bring a new day
hidden in those fogs far away;
but, if I easily get the golden glow,
or if I have to go through the snow,
I'll always go onward and only forward.
I'll never, never, never go back.
