Uvijek ta kuća i to staro groblje
na kome se ne pokapa više,
rastužuju pogled bezbrižna šetača,
uvijek to more, što se o hrid lomi,
i što s nebom skupa dahom sreće diše,
uzdiže dušu,
pa u toj igri svijetla i sjene,
prati čuvstvo bola
na šetnji i mene,
čuvstvo bola, što postaje sladje,
kako se korak više brdom gubi.
Nekad dok je srce bilo mladje,
tu je ljubav znala vrlo lijepe riječi,
da mi šapće u borova šumu,
al život se promijenio,
svaki šapat bratski
zavijek je zanijemio
i samo ko tudjinca
motri me taj kraj.
Pa sada od sveg ostao je spomen,
a osjećaj smrti, nestalnost trenutka,
zamah vala, Ito se zalud o hrid krši,
jarbol potopljena broda,
što iz vode strši,
mrači, potamnjuje svijetlog dana sjaj!
Always this house
Always this house and this old cemetery,
in which they no longer bury anyone,
sadden the view of the idle stroller,
Always this sea, breaking against the cliffs,
this sea which shares with the sky the breath of happiness,
uplifts the soul,
and in this play of light and shadow
a feeling of grief accompanies me
even while I am taking this walk,
a feeling of grief which becomes more sweet
the more the echo of my steps dies away from the hill.
Once when the heart was younger,
love used to whisper here
beautiful words to me through the rustle of the pines,
but life has changed,
every brotherly whisper
has been muted forever,
and this country looks at me
only as a stranger
So only a memory from all of it is left to me now,
while the feeling of death, the moment of uncertainty,
the useless dashing of the wave against the rock,
the mast of the sunken ship,
thrusting out from the sea,
dims the splendor of the shining day!
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