Električno drvo / An Electric Tree

Električno drvo

Tamo gde je mračno, gde sunce ne sija, i tamo gde je sve sunce, tamo si ti, uvek ti,
Izgorela od nošenja tvoje ljubavi na svojim grudima, ogrebem te, udariš me i nesrećna sam, više nego nesrećna.

Kao starom čoveku koji čita sa parčeta papira ispred ogledala,
tvoje penkalo je tako hladno i daleko, plavo mastilo gotovo ne može da dospe u krvotok.
Ti to želiš.
Ali ti to više ne možeš.
I zato ne veruješ da se i dalje dešava.

Sumrak koji se može izbeći i pokrivajuća pozadina,
to je strana koja si,
to je strana koja ćeš uvek biti
...za mene, bar.

Zavistan od života,
zavistan od odlazaka,
zavistan.

Hoću da budem radar!
A ti, hoćeš li da budeš radar?
Ne?!
Dobro.
Važi.

Onda...
na tvoje pastelne boje odgovaram mrakom
koji me vraća do one hladne zimske noći,
na svako tvoje ne, odgovaram sa da,
grlim ljude koje tako lako odbacuješ,
dajem im smešne šešire i kostime
i igramo se. Stvaramo ljubav tamo gde je nema.

I to su moje male poklade,
za pogureno drvo iza električne ograde.

An Electric Tree

Where it's dark, where the sun does not shine and where everything is sun there's always you, always you.
Burnt from wearing your love on my chest, I scratch you and you hit me and I'm beyond blue, beyond blue.
Like an old man reading from a piece of paper, in front of a mirror and deprived of dreams
Your pen is so cold and distant, blue ink almost cannot make it to bloodstreams.
You want it to.
But you can't make it to.
And that's why you don't believe it still happens.

Avoidable sunset and wraparound background,
That side is what you are,
That side is what you will always be
...to me, at last.

Addicted to living,
Addicted to leaving,
Addicted.

I wanna be a radar
Do you want to be a radar?
No?!
Great.
OK!

Then...
To your pastels, I respond with darkness,
That makes me relieve the cold winter night
To each of your nos, I respond with a yes,
I embrace the people you throw away so easily,
I give them funny hats and costumes,
And we play. We create love where it's lacking.

And that is my funny masquerade dance
For the hunched tree behind an electric fence.

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