DUŠOPLAČ
Bol me lomi kao grč
damar cepa ljuti srč
pred dušom mi lomač gori
u glavi se đavo tvori.
Pošao bih, nemam kud
nazad bolan, napred lud
pobego bih u visinu
praštajućem božjem sinu.
Al mi noge zemalj drži
duša smorna krila gori,
što sam dalje, to sam bliži
lutotraži i omori.
Predamnom se kamen topi
zverka beži, čovek ludi
dok prolazim bonohodom
dalek tatstvu i razbludi.
Na putu mi anđel stoji
u ruci mu gori mača,
bosoj nozi pute prži
srcekama dušnog plača.
Walker
You walk across town like a night ghost
Graffiti on the wall,rovers on the wall,
Transvestites walk through the night
Graffiti on the wall,and you on the wall,too.
Shadow writes you,shadow draws you,
Time remains behind you,
Shadow lies you about having you
Shadow on the wall,Shadow of You.
You walk through the night, until morning
There is no you anymore,because it’s already tomorrow…
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