Čuvar praznih soba / Keeper Of The Empty Rooms

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Loyalty - a very interesting matter and, for some reason, I forgot to run it through the mill of the boggy marshes of the Wrong Star world.

Why would anyone take care of the empty rooms if they could do something else, e.g. take care of really busy, fancy rooms? Why would anyone be messing around a dirty wasteland when they could be somewhere lush and sparkly?

Some things cannot be explained in a practical way. Some find their own trouble more precious than all the happiness in the world. You know, like in the synopsis of an old fairy-taler written by someone else that I posted about a year ago.

Čuvar praznih soba

Okrivi požar,
okrivi kišu,
okrivi ono što će ponovo,
okrivi ono što neće nikad više.
Okrivi mene.
Ja za sve krivim tebe.
Uvek tebe.
Samo tebe.

Neko mora da bude čuvar praznih soba,
ja sam čuvar praznih soba,
držaću uključeno svetlo, zauvek.

Okrivi noć,
okrivi dan,
okrivi ono što se desilo,
okrivi ono što nisi ni sanjao.
Okrivi mene.
Ja za sve krivim tebe.
Uvek tebe.
Samo tebe.

Neko mora da se rve sa vukovima,
ja sam vukorvač,
držaću upaljenu vatru, zauvek.

A nije da nemam pametnija posla,
imam gomilu krcatih soba da ih čuvam.
I opet sam čuvar praznih soba.

Da si bio ja, da li bi ostao?
Da li bi ostao, ili nestao?
Da li bi pošao ka zlatu,
ili ostao da veslaš po blatu?

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Keeper Of The Empty Rooms

Blame it on the fire,
Blame it on the rain,
Blame it on what will come again,
Blame it on what won't come anymore.
Blame me.
I blame it all on you.
Always you,
Only you.

Someone has to be the keeper of the empty rooms,
I'm the keeper of the empty rooms,
I'll be keeping the lights on, forever.

Someone has to wrestle the wolves,
I'm the wolf-wrestler,
I'll be keeping the fire burning, forever.

Blame it on the night,
Blame it on the day,
Blame it on what happened,
Blame it on what you never even dreamed of.
Blame me.
I blame it all on you.
Always you,
Only you.

And it's not like I don't have better things to do,
I have dozens of landful rooms to take care of,
And yet again I'm the keeper of the empty rooms.

If you were me, would you have stayed?
Would you have stayed or would you go?
Would you pave your way to gold,
Or stay here to paddle through mud?

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