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When will the night sky be full of stars

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When will the night sky be full of stars,
when will it be February,
 
so that I take my rifle,
the beautiful cartridge belt,
 
to descned to Omalos,
at the trail of Mousouros,
 
to make mothers without sons,
women without men,
 
to make babies too,
cry without mothers,
 
to cry at night for water,
and at dawn for milk,
 
and at twilight
for their sinister mother.
 

How to silence

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How to silence inside me
the beauty of the world?
The heaven is mine
the sea at my measures
 
How can they make me see
the sun with other eyes?
At the sun's steps
My mother taught me to live...
 
Inside the swamp's waters
what language do they speak to me
those who ask me
to lower the wings?
 

I was born

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I was born at the eyelash of thunder,
I'm extinguished flowing in the waters.
I climbed at the peak of the clouds,
Leaping with the tethers of the incense,
I took the road of the scattering.
 
I slept at the head of the sword,
I had the sleep of the hare.
I was surveying the bonfire of the bale
speechless at the hour of harvest,
I took the pouch of begging.
 
I faced the Charon of the dry rock,
the horse in the marble thresing floor fighting for its life,
I took the pouch of begging.
 

Била је једном, око моје

Била је једном, око моје
једна лепа госпа
 
девојка плаве косе, рано удата
што је данончћ чекала свог господара
 
једно суботње вече, једне недеље
сунце је молила, и месец
 
сунце моје, осветли му пут, месече мој
иди и причај с њим мени за љубав
 
лута и плови, драги, преко мора
коси пирате, драги, и квари им планове
 
на сунцу, на месечини, и на киши
ја оставља саму самцату
 
галија је кренула, око моје, са северцем
у борбу је ушао, око мене, иу каву
 
на једној тржници пиратској
видим ватру да гори и убиство
 

When will the skies get clear

When will it get clear,
when will it be February,
 
so that I may get my rifle,
the beautiful cartridge belt,
 
to descend to Omalos,
to the street of Mousouros,
 
to make mothers without sons,
women without husbands,
 
to make the babies
cry without mothers,
 
to cry in the night for water,
and at morning for milk,
 
and after the morning
for the sweet homeland.