THE NIGHT AND THE REST

The air, difficult air

Is pressing my lungs,

And the heart is roaming empty

Somewhere at the end of the way.

The night, the black night

Is closing my dreamy eyes;

Now I must set off there

Where I will never arrive.

I know, know well

That the time won't stop

And only you in the world

On your knees you have to fall.

The way, this my way,

On which I follow the life

Is as long as eternity,

But I can't come back.

Duh

Duh gospodara vatre što je skriven u meni godinama lutao,

čekao je plamen koji ti nosiš skriven duboko u svom srcu,

i sada kad je svijetlo obasjalo sve moje skrivene zakutke,

moj svijet je postao mjesto u kojem ti možeš biti sretna,

prepusti se čaroliji i golet će postati zelena polja cvjetna.

A SKETCH

I'm delighted in the look to your perfect roundnesses,

with which my imagination soars in the height,

and becomes a bird with thousand twinkling perfect sketches,

which open me the world of scents and smokes,

where each touch enchants me, 

like the sea and the tide.