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| Slavko Mihalić, portret |
Antunu Šoljanu
I.
Uz nas struji oštra brzica mrtvaca
A netko glavni sve to mirno promatra
Nas nekoliko od zlata s osmijehom pred puškama
Tko zna možemo li umrijeti
Vjetar bi da uresi našu kosu suhim lišćem
Sunce naprotiv kuša da nas razjari
Ništa ne razumijemo i sve krivo činimo
Što ćete vi kad-tad blagoslivljati
II.
Kušali su nas kupiti ljubavima, ali se nismo mogli prodati
Premda su očito naše ruke bile pružene
samo u sjajne ratove po blistave ordene
No kad su se dijelili mi smo usnuli
Da, htjeli bismo da nam netko kaže kome pripadamo
(Kad već svoji nismo)
Onaj koji znade — šuti, kao da još razmišlja
Premda je odluka po svoj prilici donijeta
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| Antun Šoljan |
A few of us
To Antun Šoljan
I
Nearby there flows the rapid stream of the dead ones
And somebody important quietly observes
a few of us golden ones facing the guns with a smile
Who knows if we can die
The wind would adorn our hair with dry leaves
The sun, on the contrary, tries to provoke us
We don't understand anything, and we do everything wrong
That someday you will bless
II
They tried to buy us with love, but we wouldn't sell ourselves
Though, obviously, our palms were extended
We have gone into splendid wars for glittering medals
But when they bestowed them we fell asleep
Yes, we would like to be told to whom we belong
(Since in fact we don't belong to ourselves)
The one who knows—keeps silence as if he is still deliberating
Though the decision has probably already been made.
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