July 28, 2011 » …u mene ostatak te koze! (izmenjena) / …I’ve got the rest of that goat! (edit)
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This is an edited version of what I wrote this evening. The full version has a bit of a longish rambling after the first two verses and refrains. I'm not comfortable with sharing it at this time.
...u mene ostatak te koze!
Imam sve te večeri u boci.
Možda ću je baciti u reku,
pa neka se malo prošeta do mora,
ode nekom drugom ko će je otčepiti
i onda će mu istrtljati
mojih prethodnih nekoliko sedmica.
U cara Trajana kozje uši...
...u mene ostatak te koze!
Imam sve te večeri u kofi.
Možda ću je zakopati u zemlju,
pa neka tu poraste i drvo,
ode nekom drugom ko će ga slušati
i ono će mu odšuštati
kako sam svaku noć sedela i čitala.
U cara Trajana kozje uši...
...u mene ostatak te koze!
(...)
Imam sve te večeri na papiru.
Možda ću ga posoliti i pojesti,
pa neka mi se malo prošeta kroz sistem,
ode nekom određenom ko će reći zdravo
i onda će iz mene progovoriti
sve ono što ni ovde nisam rekla.
U cara Trajana kozje uši...
...u mene ostatak te koze!
Imam sve te večeri na USB-u.
Možda ću ga samo tako progutati,
pa neka ispusti bitove gde stigne,
ode baš tamo, baš tome i
i onda će se po meni osuti
sve reči koje sam nameravala da uništim.
U cara Trajana kozje uši...
...u mene ostatak te koze!
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...I've got the rest of that goat!
I have all those evenings in a bottle.
Perhaps I'll toss it in the river,
And let it float to the sea,
And to someone else who will open it
And then it will blurt out
My recent couple of weeks.
King Trayan has got ears of a goat...
...I've got the rest of that goat!
I have all those evenings in a bucket.
Perhaps I'll bury it in the ground,
And let a tree grow straight away,
And grow to someone who will listen to it
And then it will rustle out
Each night I spent sitting and reading.
King Trayan has got ears of a goat...
...I've got the rest of that goat!
(...)
I have all those nights on paper,
Perhaps I'll put salt on it and eat it,
And let it flow through my system,
Go to someone who'll just say hi,
And then it will let it out,
Everything I didn't say here, either.
King Trayan has got ears of a goat...
...I've got the rest of that goat!
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