People kneel on their knees
they croak like frogs and they squeal
for a crumb of love
for the grain one
and only one
for a crumb
for a handful
for a petal
for just a little of love
even for the illusion of it
people beg
and they pray
to black devils
and mighty gods
people fudge anything
and come up with witty things
all for the sake of being
loved
but my snail has withdrawn
retracted into the house
hid
even
his tentacles
people raise mutinies
and provoke wars
overthrow states
and governments fall
all for the sake of love
that people don’t have
well, my snail ran away
neither ‘’A’’
nor ‘’B’’
not even one word
to say
or to speak up
not even one single
sound
he just lowered the tail
and ran away
without stopping
and people
cry
and moan
they crow like roosters
howl like wolfs
and suffer many pains
like owls
cuckoo
hang down their heads
like weeping willows
all for the sake of love
that people don’t have
and my snail
not even with one tentacle
even one
wouldn’t peep out
from his house
and people really die
and their hearts decay
and empty souls
wander the world
because people have everything
but no love
and men have women
and women have men
and women have women
and men have men
and, women and men
have children
but when they don’t have love
everything they have is
like they don’t have
anything
well, my snail ran away
hid in the house
he wouldn’t say
not even one word
to sound out
not even
one
neither ‘’A’’
nor ‘’B’’
and me, I don’t have anything
except love
neither the house
nor the tentacles
only the heart of male
for my snail
that is all
what I have
well, my snail ran away
hid in the house
he wouldn’t say
not even one word
to sound out
not even
one
neither ‘’A’’
nor ‘’B’’
but without a word
of my snail
in vain
the power
of male
and like all people
who don’t have love
I would just cry
and cuckoo
and would roam everywhere
I would even fight
with those
who don’t know
that the male
without love
is the same as the snail
without a house
for a crumb of love
for the grain one
and only one
for a crumb
for a handful
for a petal
for just a little of love
even for the illusion of it
people beg
and they pray
to black devils
and mighty gods
people fudge anything
and come up with witty things
all for the sake of being
loved
but my snail has withdrawn
retracted into the house
hid
even
his tentacles
people raise mutinies
and provoke wars
overthrow states
and governments fall
all for the sake of love
that people don’t have
well, my snail ran away
neither ‘’A’’
nor ‘’B’’
not even one word
to say
or to speak up
not even one single
sound
he just lowered the tail
and ran away
without stopping
and people
cry
and moan
they crow like roosters
howl like wolfs
and suffer many pains
like owls
cuckoo
hang down their heads
like weeping willows
all for the sake of love
that people don’t have
and my snail
not even with one tentacle
even one
wouldn’t peep out
from his house
and people really die
and their hearts decay
and empty souls
wander the world
because people have everything
but no love
and men have women
and women have men
and women have women
and men have men
and, women and men
have children
but when they don’t have love
everything they have is
like they don’t have
anything
well, my snail ran away
hid in the house
he wouldn’t say
not even one word
to sound out
not even
one
neither ‘’A’’
nor ‘’B’’
and me, I don’t have anything
except love
neither the house
nor the tentacles
only the heart of male
for my snail
that is all
what I have
well, my snail ran away
hid in the house
he wouldn’t say
not even one word
to sound out
not even
one
neither ‘’A’’
nor ‘’B’’
but without a word
of my snail
in vain
the power
of male
and like all people
who don’t have love
I would just cry
and cuckoo
and would roam everywhere
I would even fight
with those
who don’t know
that the male
without love
is the same as the snail
without a house
Vinko Kalinić
(Translated
by Darko Kotevski)
by Darko Kotevski)
Puževa kućica
Na koljenima ljudi kleče
kao žabe krekeću i kmeče
za mrvu ljubavi
za zrno
jedno
jedino
za mrvicu
za šačicu
za laticu
za samo malo ljubavi
čak i za privid njen
mole ljudi
i preklinju
i crne vragove
i silne bogove
svašta ljudi izmišljaju
i svemu se domišljaju
samo da bi bili voljeni
a puž moj se povukao
zavukao se u kućicu
sakrio čak i rogove
a bune ljudi podižu
i ratove zameću
ruše države
i vlade padaju
sve zbog ljubavi
što ljudi nemaju
a puž moj
ni a
ni be
ni riječ jednu
da bi rekao
da bi zucnuo
ni slovo jedno
jedino
samo rep je podvio
i pobjegao
glavom bez obzira
a ljudi plaču
i jauču
kao pijetlovi kukuriću
zavijaju kao vukovi
i silne boli boluju
kao sove kukaju
kao tužne vrbe
glave vješaju
sve zbog ljubavi
što ljudi nemaju
a puž moj
iz kućice svoje
ni rogom jednim jedinim
da bi povirio
a ljudi stvarno umiru
i srca im se raspadaju
i prazne duše
svijetom lutaju
jer svašta ljudi imaju
a ljubavi nemaju
i žene muži imaju
i muže žene imaju
i žene i muži djecu imaju
a ljubavi kad nemaju
sve što imaju
kao ništa da nemaju
a puž moj pobjegao
u kućicu se sakrio
ni riječ jednu
da bi rekao
da bi zucnuo
ni jednu
jedinu
ni a
ni be
a ja ništa nemam
osim ljubavi
ni kućicu
ni rogove
samo srce muža
za mog puža
to je sve što
imam ja
a puž moj pobjegao
u kućicu se sakrio
ni riječ jednu
da bi zucnuo
da bi rekao
ni jednu
jedinu
ni a
ni be
a bez riječi
moga puža
uzalud mi
snaga muža
kao i svi ljudi
koji ljubavi nemaju
i ja bi samo plakao
i kukao
i svuda se vukao
čak bi se i tukao
s onima koji ne znaju
bez ljubavi da je muž
isto što i puž
bez kućice
Vinko Kalinić
kao žabe krekeću i kmeče
za mrvu ljubavi
za zrno
jedno
jedino
za mrvicu
za šačicu
za laticu
za samo malo ljubavi
čak i za privid njen
mole ljudi
i preklinju
i crne vragove
i silne bogove
svašta ljudi izmišljaju
i svemu se domišljaju
samo da bi bili voljeni
a puž moj se povukao
zavukao se u kućicu
sakrio čak i rogove
a bune ljudi podižu
i ratove zameću
ruše države
i vlade padaju
sve zbog ljubavi
što ljudi nemaju
a puž moj
ni a
ni be
ni riječ jednu
da bi rekao
da bi zucnuo
ni slovo jedno
jedino
samo rep je podvio
i pobjegao
glavom bez obzira
a ljudi plaču
i jauču
kao pijetlovi kukuriću
zavijaju kao vukovi
i silne boli boluju
kao sove kukaju
kao tužne vrbe
glave vješaju
sve zbog ljubavi
što ljudi nemaju
a puž moj
iz kućice svoje
ni rogom jednim jedinim
da bi povirio
a ljudi stvarno umiru
i srca im se raspadaju
i prazne duše
svijetom lutaju
jer svašta ljudi imaju
a ljubavi nemaju
i žene muži imaju
i muže žene imaju
i žene i muži djecu imaju
a ljubavi kad nemaju
sve što imaju
kao ništa da nemaju
a puž moj pobjegao
u kućicu se sakrio
ni riječ jednu
da bi rekao
da bi zucnuo
ni jednu
jedinu
ni a
ni be
a ja ništa nemam
osim ljubavi
ni kućicu
ni rogove
samo srce muža
za mog puža
to je sve što
imam ja
a puž moj pobjegao
u kućicu se sakrio
ni riječ jednu
da bi zucnuo
da bi rekao
ni jednu
jedinu
ni a
ni be
a bez riječi
moga puža
uzalud mi
snaga muža
kao i svi ljudi
koji ljubavi nemaju
i ja bi samo plakao
i kukao
i svuda se vukao
čak bi se i tukao
s onima koji ne znaju
bez ljubavi da je muž
isto što i puž
bez kućice
Vinko Kalinić
0 comments:
Objavi komentar