NIKAD VIŠE

nikada više ne otvaraj vrata
u predvečerja ranih ljubavi
kad nas odjednom prevare sve riječi
i svi nas pogledi dotaknu
da se više ne vrate

nikad više svoje srce ne iznosi na dlanu
tek udji u neke tople sobe
gdje je vrijeme mladosti pogodno
gdje bi se mogli na tren pronaći
u zaboravljenom refrenu pjesme
gdje bi mogli pričati satima
i ne znati da li su nam godine prošle

nemoj više ljubavi otvarati oči
u predzorje kad utihnu posljednji glasovi
kad se od osame nasloniš uspomenom
na prozore pod kišom koja zna i hoće
a mi tek ljubavni i dobro raspoloženi
nismo ni znali da nam je srce u oku raslo
i preraslo sve okvire

ne izgovaraj više riječi
koje si u sumraku sobe učila na pamet
da ih dugo nosiš nanizane oko vrata
ne otvaraj više vrata u rana predvečerja ljubavi

podivljat će rijeke
zbog usana neljubljenih
nećemo se snaći sto nam je bilo davno
jedno vrijeme
nećemo više znati
ni ljubiti kako smo znali
neće više biti ni takvih poraza
ni takvih pjesama
pa čak ni smrti
ako otvoriš vrata istom kretnjom
nekome tko ce doć
                                Zeljko Krznaric

Ti zračiš zrake

Na mojoj zastavi je rijec zivot
A moje srce vice, zbogom
Na mojoj zastavi je rijec nada
U mojoj dusi pise nikada.

A onda dodes ti i sve se promijeni
Ulica otvara prozore
Oci tvoje zovu me
Evo me, evo me.

Daj mi da budem tvoj vjerni vojnik
Reci samo rijec, daj mi komandu
I sve dok budem mogao da hodam
Ici cu za tobom do kraja.

I sve dok budem imao ruke
Pisacu tvoje ime
Na zidove ovoga grada
I vikacu sa krovova.

Ti zracis zrake kroz grad
Ti zracis zrake kroz grad
Srebrne zrake u moje srce
Pogoden sam i idem dalje
Ti zracis zrake kroz grad.

Na mojoj zastavi je rijec zivot
U mojoj dusi pise zauvijek
Na mojoj zastavi je tvoje ime
A moje srce vice, evo me.

U Tebi su skriveni moji damari,
Svaki kucaj srca,
Svaki dah života.
Slušam Te kako govoriš o svemu,
Što slutiš, što želiš, što jesi.
Nepokolebljivo ustrajem dajući Ti
Ljubav.
Vjerovati želim da ljubav je dovoljna
Za sreću na Tvom licu.
Moja ljubav.
U Tebi su skrivene moje misli,
Svaki titraj duše,
Svaka slutnja bića.
Dotičem nježno poput sna Tvoje tijelo
Tišinom, željom, daljinom.
Živim darujući Ti svakim danom
Sebe.
Vjerovati želim da ja sam dovoljna
Za spokoj Tvome srcu.
Ja,
Tako obična.

Teu olhar
me dá o gosto,
ao mesmo tempo,
de ventura e alegria,
sensação gostosa
de sempre amar !

Oh! como é lindo,
maravilhoso,
o teu olhar !

BARBARA

Remember, Barbara,
It was raining unceasingly on Brest that day,
And you were walking, smiling,
Lighted up, delighted, streaming,
Under the rain.

Remember, Barbara,
It was raining unceasingly on Brest,
And I met you on Siam Street.
You were smiling,
And I was smiling likewise.

Remember, Barbara,
You whom I didn't know,
You who didn't know me,

Remember,
Remember though that day.
Don't forget.

A man was sheltered under a porch,
Streaming, delighted, lighted up,
And you threw yourself into his arms.
Remember that Barbara.

And don't bear a grudge against me
if I use the familiar form with you.
I say you (familiar form) to all whom I love.
Even if I have only seen them one time
I say you (familiar form) to all whom I love.
Even if I don't know them.

Remember, Barbara.
Don't forget
This wise and happy rain
On this happy city.
This rain on the sea,
On the shipyard,
On the boat Ouessant.

Oh, Barbara,
What a "connerie" war.
What did you become now?
Under this rain of iron,
Of fire, of sword, of blood

And the one who was squeezing you
in his arms lovingly,
Did he disappear dead or is he yet still living?
(this is loosely translated)

Oh, Barbara,
It is raining unceasingly on Brest,
As it rained before.

But it's not the same and everything is spoiled.
It's a rain of terrible and desolate mourning.
It's no longer the storm of iron, sword, bloodshed.

Very simply the clouds,
which burst as dogs,
The dogs which disappeared
With the stream on (over) Brest
And which go to rot in the distance,
In the distance very far from Brest,
Of which nothing is left.

Jaques Prevert

MORE STRONG THAN TIME

by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885)

INCE I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,

Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,

Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it,

And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;

 

Since it was given to me to hear on happy while,

The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,

Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile,

Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;

 

Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,

A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always,

Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream,

Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;

 

I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours,

Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old,

Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers,

One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.

 

Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill

The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet;

My heart has far more fire than you can frost to chill,

My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
     
by William Shakespeare



My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

     As any she belied with false compare.