Srca olovaka u plamenu / Pencil Hearts On Fire

! 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.

Srca olovaka u plamenu

Na hiljade srca mojih olovaka je u plamenu,
Radilo se to i pre,
toliko puta,
zapale se te silne olovčice,
onda malo gore,
pa se ugase.

Prekasno - evo pare!
Jao, ne - evo vatre!
Svih mu svetaca - eno duge, para nebesa!

I gori, gori, gori, gori,
ništa više neće biti kao što je bilo.

Vatra, vatra, vatra, vatra, vatra...
...gori sve dok duga ne zapara svemir.

I ceo grad poplavi od modrica,
i svi se prozori u krhotine pretvore,
lom pedeset hiljada snova,
nada se baca s krovova.

Radili su to i pre,
toliko puta,
no nikad ovako.


Pencil Hearts On Fire

Thousands of pencil hearts are on fire,
This was done before,
So many times,
Light up the little pencils
Then they burn a little
And they're put out.

Too late - there's fire!
Oh, no - there's fire!
Holy saints - there's rainbow, dividing up the skies!

And it burns, burns, burns, burns,
Nothing will ever be the same.

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire...
...burns until a rainbow tears up outer space.

And the entire city turns blue and bruised,
And all the windows break to shreds.
Crush of fifty thousand dreams,
Hope throwing itself from the roofs.

They did that before,
So many times,
But never like this.

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