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Autumn rose

You are the life, sweet life,
full of charm and brightness,
you support me and drive me
towards the top of your pride..
 
You are perseverance, I am patience,
you are tenderness, I am piety.
You represent independence
I symbolize liberty.
 
You very well know that I am sick
and in my face, clearly can be seen
that, at night, I hardly sleep,
I don't sleep at all, do you know why?
 
Because I dream how I appreciate you,
that I must have you by my side...
They are bad dreams, awkward and foolish
but, my darling, what can I do?
 
I suffer badly, my soul hurts,
and my situation is so painfull
that many times, searching for comfort,
I take my fingers to the diapason...
 
Don't you ever show off your desdain
because, if you do, poor me!
Love me always, don't be so bad.
Come on, ungrateful, don't be like that!
 

From the soul

... Soul, if you have been hurt so badly,
why do you reject oblivion?
Why do you prefer
to cry for what you have lost,
to look for what you have loved,
to call for what already died?
 
You are living needlessly sad,
and I know that you didn't deserve
to pay with sorrow
the fault of being good,
as good as you were
for love.
 
It was what once started,
what, later on, no longer was,
what, at the end,
because of a mistake
became the heart's bitter night.
 
Forget those letters!
Go back to your old illusion!
Next to the grief
that causes a wound,
comes life
bringing another love.
 
Soul, don't close your window
to the happy morning sun.
Don't despare,
that the most wanted dream
is the one that most wound us,
it's the one that hurts the most.
 
You are living needlessly sad,
and I know that you didn't deserve
to pay with sorrow
the fault of being good,
as good as you were
for love.
 

Из душе

... Душо, ако си толико рањена,
Зашто одбијаш да заборавиш?
Зашто још увек тражиш
и плачеш за изгубљеним,
тражиш своју љубав
и дозоваш оно шта је мртво?
 
Живиш бескорисно и тужно
знам да ниси заслужила
да плаћаш казне
за грех јер си била добра,
исто тако добра као што је била
добра и твоја љубав.
 
Оно што је некад било почело,
на крају је и престало.
А шта на крају
због кривње и једне грешке
била је за срце горка ноћ.
 
Остави писма та!
Врати илузије твоје старе!
Поред бола
који отвара рану
живот долази
доносећи другу љубав.
 
Душо, не затварај свој прозор
за срећу јутарњег сунца.
Не очајавај,
због твог најомиљенијег сна
онога што боли највише,
онога што жалости највише.
 
Живиш бескорисно и тужно
знам да ниси заслужила
да плаћаш казне
за грех јер си била добра,
исто тако добра као што је била
добра и твоја љубав.
 

She kissed me and left

Yesterday, on a bench of the old square
that enhanses my town, where I was born,
I became aware, sadly, that life passes,
that life passes taking me along.
 
And it took me so long to understand it,
it had to go away the one I adored
for me to realize that, without even knowing,
my faith died attached to her lips.
 
Seating on the bench, I remembered the afternoons
in which, very closed together, we both weaved
the ardent romance of a wholesome affection,
crazy provincial, that dreamed a love. 1.
 
She was a goddess that came to my hometown
to forget her boredom, satiated perhaps,
she was lulled by my singing, divine and tyrant ,
and a cloudy morning she kissed me and left.
 
And I have been left alone with my thoughts
in the old square that saw me grow up,
that listened, in silence, to so many promises,
merciful lies of that woman.
 
How many crazy illusions created my captivation
when, in her lap, her voice lulled me.
Passing bird that anxious for kisses
stop on my mouth, kissed me and departed.
 
Seating on the bench, I remembered the afternoons
in which, very closed together, we both weaved
the ardent romance of a wholesome affection,
crazy provincial, that dreamed a love.
 
She was a goddess that came to my hometown
to forget her boredom, satiated perhaps,
she was lulled by my singing, divine and tyrant ,
and a cloudy morning she kissed me and left.
 

Open field

Versions: #2
I know you have forgotten me,
I know you went far away,
I already know that my advise
won't straight you up.
 
I know there is not more solution
than to open all gates
and ride on open field
to be able to forget.
 
You see,
your deceiving eyes
have left me sad
You see,
I harvested grief
on plowing your loneliness.
 
I don'r know
if on seeing me so far
you will feel sorry.
I don't know,
but I forebode
that finally, you will cry for me.
 
~ ~ ~
 
When I felt your oblivion in my heart,
when I saw you lost
I wanted to tied myself to my life
with a touch of illussion,
 
and when I understood that you were other,
that you were not my companion,
I looked for a new direction on open field
to deceive love.
 
You see,
your deceiving eyes
have left me sad
You see,
I harvested grief
on plowing your loneliness.
 
I don'r know
if on seeing me so far
you will feel repented/sorry.
I don't know,
but I forebode it
that finally, you will cry for me.