Zgazila sam tvoj šišarkofon.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Polomila sam ga u paramparčad.

I sad kažeš da si sasvim sam.
Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne.
A zašto sam ja ovde, baš sad?

Nisam sigurna šta sam učinila,
ušla sam u zgradu, jureći lane,
videla sam šišarku obešenu o konopac,
i podigla sam je.

Nisam sigurna šta smo uradili,
igrali smo se iz prizemlja i sa poslednjeg sprata,
kako li si mislio da ću govoriti kroz to?
Zapetljala sam se u taj konopac,
ostavio mi je šare oko vrata,
obavio mi se oko članaka i sapleo me.

Jurila sam kroz prazne sobe.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Čula sam i tebe kako trčiš.

Silazio si niz stepenice.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Penjala sam se uz stepenice.

Završili smo zajedno upetljani,
na pola puta niz ili uz zgradu,
onda sam ga slomila,
slomila sam taj šišarkofon.
I, dok sam pokušavala da te ispetljan iz konopca,
rekao si da se on i tebi urezao.

Oboje povređeni koncem jednog šišarkofona.
Jedan od nas misli da je sasvim sam.

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Pine Cone Phone

I stepped on your pine cone phone.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
I broke it into little pieces.

Now you say you’re all alone.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Then, why am I here?

Not sure what I have done,
I walked into a building, chasing a fawn,
I saw a pine hanging on a thread
And I picked it up.

Not sure what we have done,
Playing on the ground and the top floor,
Talking through your pine cone phone.
How did you think I’d speak through that?
I got tangled up in that thread,
It left lines around my neck, they hurt,
It wrapped around my ankles and tripped me.

I was running around the empty rooms.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
And I heard you running, too.

You were climbing down the stairs,
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I was climbing up the stairs.

We both ended tangled up halfway
Up or down the building,
Then I broke it,
I broke the pine cone phone.
And, while I was trying to get you out of thread,
You said thread marks hurt you, too.

Lovila sam ribu u močvari, na mesečini.
Niko ne voli žene koje to čine,
no ja volim svoju samoću.

Nebo je bilo prošiveno zvezdama,
a nad obalom se sagnuo stranac,
zapitah se šta traži ovde, noću.

Nije me primetio, zaokupljen podvodnim sobom,
nasmešila sam se kad se odraz dveju zvezda
konaćno podudario sa njegovim očima.
Svetlo se odbijalo o njegovu srebrnu ogrlicu,
i ja naivno priđoh i zagrabim vode,
u želji da saćuvam te oči u svojim šakama.
Odraz se raspršio kao roj razigranih svitaca.
One je podigao glavu i pogledao me.

Tako smo se upoznali ti i ja,
pre mnogo, mnogo vekova.

Dobro veče, stranče.
Hočeš li ribe? Kakva je to ogrlica?

Oj, varvarko.
Hoću ribe, iz čistog kotla.
Ovo?
Ovo je znak jedinog pravog boga.

Šta mu je to varvarka?
Otkud samo jedan bog?
Gde da nađem čisti kotao?

Slegla sam ramenima i povela te iz tršćaka do polja,
na ognjištu su bila tri kotla koja su se krčkala,
i četvrti, koji sam htela da očistim za tebe.

Podigao si taj svoj znak sa četiri kraka,
onda si počeo nešto da zapisuješ.
Pisanje! Slušala sam mnogo o tome.

Nauči me da pišem.

Došao sam da te učim o bogu i prosvetlim.
Pisanje nije za prljave ljude.

Nauči me da pišem!

Moram te osloboditi nazadnosti,
moram te pročistiti.

NAUČI ME DA PIŠEM!

PRVO BOG!

Počelo je da grmi, no nije bilo ni kapi kiše.
Riba je bila spremna za kotao.

Ženo, očisti taj kotao.
Da jedemo, pa da čuješ o bogu,
a kad svane da prosvetlim i druge varvare!

Dosta s bogom, pomozi mi oko ovog kotla, čoveče!
Pretežak je, ne mogu ni da ga skinem,
a ti samo o bogu, pa o bogu.

Đavolja ženo, treba te spaliti!

Tad je sevnula munja, nebo je bilo zaslepljujuće belo.
Dojahao je starac u kočijama,
izgledao je kao iscrtani oblak.

“Perun!” povikah sa strahopoštovanjem.

“Šta je to Perun? Neke vaše varvarske gluposti?”

Ispričala sam ti o Perunu,
dok je nebeski starac pojio svoje konje sa tri vruća kotla.

“Glupa ženo, to je sveti Ilija, sluga jedinog pravog boga.
Poređenje sa tim tvojim Perunom ga vređa. Varvarko!”

Tako naočit i učen, a tako rđav.

Dosta, stranče. DOSTA!
Nema boga, nema Ilije, nema ni Peruna!
Pomozi mi da skinem četvrti kotao,
ješćemo i učićeš me da pišem.

Tad je starac, u izmaglici povukao uzde,
konji zanjištaše i uzleteše, dižući prašinu,
kojom su sami sebe zaslepili.
Jedan od njih se ritnu i udari me kopitom u glavu,
sručila sam se u onaj četvrti kotao pun splačina,
u kotao koji nisi hteo da podigneš i isprazniš,
i on se odmah zatim preturio,
splačine su potekle poljanom,
gušivši svaku biljku na putu do vode.
Kosti.
Komadi kože.
Prljavi, stari čorbuljak.

Izvukla sam se u poslednjem trenutku,
jer je odmah zatim grom udario u drvo,
koje se srušilo preko preturenog kotla,
i raspolutilo ga.
Pogledala sam te, brišući splačine sa lica,
gledao si mladog čoveka naslikanog u tvojoj knjizi,
koliko uobražen moraš da budeš da gledaš sopstvenu sliku
u trenucima poput ovih?
Gledajući malo tebe, malo njega, ne shvatajući ništa,
nisam shvatila da si stavio onu ogrlicu oko mog vrata.
Čemu to?
Sa ogrlicom i dalje ne vidim slova u toj knjizi.
No, i tako rđav, bio si tako lep i topao.

Ti sad moj…?

Budalasta varvarko, ja sam iznad tebe.
Stigao sam iz prave države u ovu smrdljivu močvaru.
mogu da imam gospe kakve god poželim,
a ne prljave ribarke koje prevrću kotlove.
Mi ćemo uvek biti iznad vas, kotloprevrtača.
Zle žene treba spaliti, budi srećna što nisi u mojoj zemlji.
Hajde sad u svoj brlog na spavanje, ujutru hoću da vidim pleme.

Mislila…ti sad moj PRIJATELJ.

Zaplakah, ali lice mi je i dalje bilo mokro od splačina.
Šta li ćeš sad reći, da ronim prljave suze?
Izvadila sam ribe iz gomile krhotina, nisu bile za jelo,
jedna drugu su, u samrtnom ropcu, progutale do pola.

Spavao si pored oborenog drveta, sa onom knjigom umesto uzglavlja.
Ja sam posmatrala kako se one dve zvezde iz tvojih očiju
vraćaju na nebo.

Sutra si nam pričao o mrtvim krilatim ljudima,
ženi koja je rodila bez dahtanja i gurkanja,
u toj bolnoj priči bilo je smrti i vatre,
a svi su ti se klanjali, iz strahopoštovanja.

Spomenuo si kraj sveta, trube u nekim mutnim vodama,
jedan starac pored mene ispustio je piće, uplašen.
Na nebu je u tom trenutku bila samo jedna zvezda.

Dodala sam ti komad ribe koju sam upecala samo za tebe,
rekao si da je moja ruka prljava i odgurnuo me.
Tako smo se upoznali ti i ja,
pre mnogo, mnogo vekova.

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The Cauldron

I was fishing in the marches under moonlight.
Nobody loves the women fishing here,
But I love my solitude.

The sky was embroidered with stars,
And a stranger was leaning over the bank,
I wondered what he was doing here, by night.

He did not notice me, preoccupied with his underwater self,
I smiled when a reflection of two stars
Finally matched his eyes.
The light was reflecting on his silver necklace,
And I foolishly came around and took some water,
Wishing to keep those eyes in my hands.
The reflection vanished like a swarm of playful fireflies.
He raised his head and looked with me.

This is how you and I have met,
Many, many centuries ago.

Good evening, stranger.
Do you want fish? What is that necklace for?

Oi, barbarian.
I want fish from a clean cauldron.
This?
This is the sign of the only real God.

What is a “barbarian”?
Since when is there only one god?
Where do I find a clean cauldron?

I shrugged and took you out of the canes to the field,
on the firepit there were three cauldrons brewing,
And the fourth that I wanted to clean for you.

You raised that sign of yours with four sides,
Then you started writing something.
Writing! I heard a lot about it.

Teach me to write!

I came here to teach you about God and enlighten you.
Writing is not for dirty people.

Teach me to write!

I have to liberate you from backwardness,
I have to purify you.

TEACH ME TO WRITE!

GOD FIRST!

Thunders started singing, but there was no single drop of rain.
The fish was ready for the cauldron.

Woman, clean that cauldron.
So, we will eat, then you’ll hear about God,
And when it dawns, I’ll enlighten other barbarians, too.

Enough with God, help me with this cauldron!
It’s too heavy, I can’t even take it off,
And you just go on about god.

Devil woman, you need to be burnt down!

That’s when thunder stroke, the sky was blindingly white.
An old man in a carriage came by,
He looked like a cloud someone’s been drawing on.

“Perun!”, I yelled in awe.

“What is Perun? Some barbaric nonsense of yours?”

I told you about Perun,
While the old man from the skies was feeding his horses
from the three hot cauldrons.

Stupid woman, that’s saint Elijah, servant of the only real god!

So handsome and scholar, yet so rotten.

Enough, stranger, ENOUGH!
There’s no god, no Elijah, not even Perun!
Help me take the fourth cauldron off,
We shall eat and you’ll teach me to write.

Then the old man in mist pulled the reins,
They neighed and took off, raising dust,
They managed to blind themselves by it.
One of them hit me on the head with its hoof,
I fell into that fourth cauldron full of swill,
The cauldron you didn’t want to take off and empty it,
And it immediately tumbled over,
Swill started flowing through the field,
Suffocating every single plant on its way to water.
Bones.
Pieces of skin.
Dirty, old stew.

I pulled out in the last moment,
As a thunder hit a tree,
Which fell over the tumbled cauldron,
And broke it to pieces.
I looked at you, wiping swill off my face,
You were looking at young man painted in that book of yours,
How vain do you have to be to look at a painting of yourself
In moments like this?
Looking at you, looking at him and not realising anything,
I didn’t realise that you put that necklace around my neck.
What is that for?
With the necklace I still can’t read the letters in that book.
But even that rotten, you were so handsome and warm.

You now my…?

Foolish barbarian, I am above you.
I came from a real country to this reeking swamp.
I can have all the Helenes and Marias I would want.
Not dirty fisherwomen tumbling over the cauldrons.
We’ll always be above you, cauldrontumblers.
Evil women need to be burnt, be happy you’re not in my land!
Go to your lair to sleep now, I want to see the tribe in the morning.

I thought…you now my FRIEND.

I cried, but my face was still full of swill.
What will you say now, that I’m crying dirty tears?
I got fish out of the pile of sherds, they were not edible,
With their last breath, they swallowed each other halfway up their bodies.

You were sleeping next to the fallen tree, with that book underneath your head.
I was only observing those two stars from your eyes
Going back to the sky.

Tomorrow you told us about dead winged people,
A woman who give birth without nudges and sighs,
In that painful story, there was death and fire,
And everyone was in awe, on their knees for you.

You mentioned the end of the world, horns in some muddy waters,
One old man next to me dropped his drink, terrified.
There was only one star in the sky.

Hoću da odvedem moju dušicu u pakao,
da ga ljuljam u kolevci mojih predaka,
da mu nabavim privatnu nelomljivu kupolu,
ja sam njegova devojka robopečurka.

Loši dečaci idu u pakao,
dobre devojčice idu u raj,
devojka robopečurka ide svugde,
što uključuje i raj i pakao.

Ona gura svoje odašiljače gde niko ne sme,
ona ih zabada u nevidljivu prljavštinu,
kako niko drugi ne bi nastradao.

Ona baca sopstvene spore u vazduh
i guta ih u letu,
da se dečkoštrudla ne bi isprepadao!

FUNGI IMPERFECTI!
Strašno.

Devojka robopečurka,
devojka robopečurka
se gljivi gde se niko ne bi gljivio!

Devojka robopečurka,
devojka robopečurka
radi šta joj je njen čip naredio!

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Mushroomrbot Girl

I want my darling in hell to
Rock him in the cradle of my ancestors,
Get him his own unbreakable dome,
I want to be his mushroomrobot girl.

Bad boys go to hell,
Good girls go to paradise,
Mushroomrobot girl goes everywhere,
Which includes paradise and hell.

She sticks her transmitters where nobody dares to,
She stickes them in invisible dirt,
So nobody else would get hurt.

She tosses her spores in the air,
And swallows them on fly,
So the strudelboy wouldn’t get upset.

FUNGI IMPERFECTI!
How bad.

Mushroomrobot girl,
Mushroomrobot girl,
She fungs where nobody would fung.

Samo ti misli da sam te ranije povredio,
ali kad te povredim tako to bude očigledno,
znaćeš da nikad nisi bila toliko povređena.

Samo ti misli da pre nisam obraćao pažnju,
ali jednom kad se ni ne okrenem,
to će biti najveća priča ikad ispričana.

Samo ti misli da stvari ne shvatam ozbiljno,
ali jednom kad skoro i zaboravim da postoje,
neki drugačiji ulov u grmu će da spava.

Samo ti misli da me zadovoljavaju jeftine ponude,
ali jednom kad nasednem na onu najjefiniju,
to će biti moja večna sramota…mislim, slava.

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Unmade Dwarf

You only think that I hurt you before,
But once I visibly hurt you,
It will be the most obvious hurt in the world.

You only think I didn’t pay attention before,
But once I don’t even turn around,
It will be the greatest story ever told.

You only think I don’t take things seriously,
But once I almost forget they exist,
You will be seeing a different game.

Sedam je sveti broj…
ima ga ovamo, ima ga tamo,
sedam vodi do beskrajnog svetla.

Devet neba, kažu?
Zašto bismo brojali čak do devet?
To je previše.
Ja ne znam da brojim dalje od sedam.

Kad bi bilo broja osam,
zamisli kako divno
bi sve bilo!
Skakali bismo unaokolo u ludim bojama.

Kad bi bilo broja devet,
zamisli kako dobro
bi sve bilo!
Bili bismo zvezdana prašina u drugim galaksijama.

U pravu ste!
Možda bismo videli odakle dolaze naše misli.
Jednom.
Jednog dana, bićemo sami sebi gorivo,
kao što su nama praistorijske životinje.
Otom-potom….
Nagazimo do sedam,
rasturimo sedmo nebo!
Nagazimo do sedam,
rasturimo sedmo nebo!
Nagazimo do sedam,
rasturimo sedmo nebo!
Nagazimo do sedam,
rasturimo sedmo nebo!

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Seven

Seven is the holy number…
It’s found here, it’s found there,
Seven leads you to the endless light.

Nine heavens, they say?
And why would we ever count up to nine?
That’s too much.
I can’t count further than seven.

If there ever was eight,
Imagine how great
Everything would be!
Prancing around in crazy colours.

If there ever was nine,
Imagine how fine
Everything would be,
We would be stardust in other galaxies.

Koliko nisko je ovaj svet pao?
Dečačići i debeli ljudi igraju u bikinijima,
a onaj reče da mu nije žao,
da bi to ponovo učinio.

Koliko nisko je ovaj svet pao?
Naslednik se igra sa povezom na očima,
tatica mu je bio zao,
pa…on ga je samo nasledio.

Koliko nisko je ovaj svet pao?
Papirnim ždralovima seku se krila,
lepotica izdiše na pločniku,
neko tvrdi da “nije znao”.

Koliko nisko je ovaj svet pao?
Hranimo se foscofocentnim bajkama,
a sjaj poput snega (za posebnu priliku)
se, navodno, samo jednom pojavio.

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Paper Cranes

What has the world come to?
Little boys and fat men dancing in bikinis,
and that man said he was not sorry
and he would have done it again.

What has the world come to?
The heir is playing around, blindfolded,
his daddy was so evil
and he’s…only inherited that.

What has the world come to?
Paper cranes have been wingclipped,
a beauty is passing away on the sidewalk,
someone claims they “didn’t know”.

Svemu što je dobilo ime po zlom mrtvacu,
balsamovanog za pokolenja da ga vide,
suđeno je da traje večno,
posle mnogo, mnogo patnje.
Zašto onda svoju ljubav prema tebi ne bih nazvala po njemu?

Mogu da budem celi grad koji umire od gladi,
mogu da budem kolevka grupe naroda koja umire i ubija.

Postoji levo, postoji desno.
ja sam tik pored tebe,
no, znajući koliko si levo,
ti možeš gledati samo još dalje levo,
pa sam ja leva, leva, leva, leva, leva.
Nije lepo svrstavati stvari.

Bez obzira da li podrum krvari crveno, a plavo,
ili plavo, a ustvari crveno;
ti me zatvaraš tako što me ne zaključavaš.
Kako je moguće da neko toliko levo nije levi?

Kakva su ovo slova?
Kakvo je ovo jezivo mesto?

…no, ako se izgubiš, pogodi ko zna put?
Gde je otisak šapa?
Gde su sitna slova?
Znam. Ne danas, ne ovaj put.

Pa, gde sam to bila svih ovih godina?
odmah pored tebe,
odmah iza tebe,
odmah na prvoj liniji fronta,
no tebi leva i pogrešna,
i u tom podrumu.

Gde je dom svih mojih strahova?
Levi, unutar tebe,
levi, od strane tebe,
levi za tebe,
ali meni pravi, meni istinski,
i gore, gore…negde gore.

Domine su domine,
probijanje jednog zida
dovelo je do probijanja drugog, mnogo većeg,
ali ti – ti to radiš pogrešno.
Volim žute latice,
ali se ne kupam u njima.
To ne znači da sam prekrivena pogrešnim zvezdama.

Ne guram silom deliće raznih slagalica.
Ne kupujem one već uramljene.
Moje platno je prazno,
u mom akvarijumu nema riba.

Sve ovo je beskonačno bolno,
ponašaš se tako taštoskromno,
i nazvaću svoju ljubav prema tebi tako, da.

Ako krvari,
neće biti razjašnjena ceo jedan život.

Ako je proguta plamen,
prekriće ceo celcijati svet.

Bilo kako bilo, krvareći ili bljujući vatru,
ležaće tu i neće se micati,
poput starog, napuštenog mlina,
krišom će raditi kad joj okreneš leđa,
slepa će se voziti mrtvim autodromom.

Šutiraće košnice sa bagremova,
da te ne bi ubadali iznova.

Jačaće straćare medom,
da te ne bi mlatnuli nekom gredom.

Meandrirajući su snovi onoga ko šapuće krošnjama.
Veliki je bol onoga zamišljenog u sluščinjskim nošnjama.
Duga je priča obasjana Pogrešnom zvezdom.

Pobogu, šta je to “Pogrešna zvezda?”
Davati ime svakoj stvari je tako glupo!

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Starvation! (Love, After Him?)

Everything named after a dead evil man,
Mumified for the future to see,
Is bound to last forever,
After a lot of suffering involved?

So how about I name my love for you after him?

I could be a whole starving city,
I could be a dying, yet killing crib of peoples.

There’s left, there’s right.
I’m right from you,
But given how much left you are,
You can only look further to the left,
So, I’m left, left, left, left, left.
It’s not nice to classify things.

Regardless of the basement bleeding red, yet blue;
Or blue, yet red -
You lock me up by not locking me in.
How come someone that left isn’t left?

What are these letters?
This place is so scary!

…yet, if you’re stuck, guess who knows the way?
Where is your paw print?
Where was the fine print?
I know. Not now. Not today.

Where have I been for all these years?
Right next to you.
Right behind you,
Right on the frontline,
Yet left to you, wrong to you,
And in that basement.

Where is the home to all these fears?
Left within you,
Left by you,
Left for you,
Yet right to me, proper to me,
And up, up…up somewhere.

Dominoes are dominoes.
Breaking one wall
Led to breaking an even greater one,
But you – you are doing it wrong!
I like the yellow petals,
But I don’t bathe in them.
It doesn’t mean I’m covered in wrong star!

I don’t force-fit various puzzles’ pieces.
I don’t get framed premades either.
My canvas is blank.
No fish in my tank.

It’s all been endless pain,
You’re so humblevain.
So, I’ll name my love that, yes.

If it bleeds,
It’ll be unsolved for one lifetime.

If it bursts in flames,
It will reach the entire world.

Either way, bleeding or breathing fire
It will eventually lay there still,
Like an old, abandoned mill,
And sneakily work when you turn your back,
Driving blindfolded on a dead racetrack.

Kicking beehives from black locust trees,
So they don’t sting you again.

Hardening dilapidated slums with honey,
So roof beams wouldn’t collapse over you.

Meandering are dreams of the one whispering to treetops.
Great is the pain of the one born under such a bad name.
Long is the story from under a Wrong star.

Sa druge strane stakla gledam te kako spavaš,
ti si moja snežna kugla, moj tamni vilajet,
ja sam slatke male pečurke, ništa više od toga,
volela bih da se istopiš svugde po meni, kao sladoled,
volela bih da budem svugde po tebi, u totalnom komensalizmu.

Pretvaram tvoje loše u dobro,
pretvaram tvoje ništa u nešto,
čistim tvoj zadah i činim ga još legendarnijim,
pokrivam te kao fina tkanina i činim te još strašnijim.

I šapućem ti je,
kristalisanu uspavanku Nigdezemlje,
kristalisanu uspavanku svetog Ilije,
kristalno je jasno da iz sna ne možeš da se trgneš,
kristalno je jasno da ovu čin ne možeš da razbiješ.
Do sad bi je već razbio,
ali baš si čvrsto zaspao.
Kao što sam i mislila, nećeš je razbiti.

Čekaj malo, hoćeš?
Nisam mislila da bi, sem ako se pakao ne zaledi.
Ups, ovo je pakao i zaleđen je,
ovo je duga i hladna zima.
Pa, dobro…

Uradi to, sad, odmah!
Ja mogu da udišem svetlost,
ja mogu da progutam grom,
i neću se izmaći,
ne, neću se izmaći.
Da li si čuo?
Da li si čuo?

Znaš, ja osedlam munje dok ti još uvek spavaš,
i ne moram da ronim tako duboko,
ne moram,
to već osećam.

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Crystalised Lullaby Of Little Mushrooms

From the other side of the glass, I’m watching you sleep,
You’re my snowglobe, my dark vilayat,
I’m cute little mushrooms, nothing more,
I’d like you to melt all over me, like ice cream,
I’d like to be all over you, total commensalism,

I turn your bad into good,
I turn your nothing into something,
I clean the your bad breath and make it even more legendary,
I cover you like fine fabric and make you more scary.

And I whisper it to you,
The crystalised lullaby of Nowhereland,
The crystalised lullaby of saint Elijah.
It is crystally clear you cannot wake up,
It is crystally clear you can’t break the spell.
You would’ve broken it by now,
You’re really fast asleep.
Just what I thought, you won’t break it.

Wait a minute, you will?
I don’t think you would, unless the hell freezes.
Oops, this is hell and it froze,
It’s been a vile winter.
Oh, well…

Just do it, do it right now!
I can breathe in the light,
I can swallow the thunder,
And I won’t step back,
No, I won’t step back.
Heard that?
Heard that?

Zdravo da si, gos’n odbegli mladoženjo…mlado?!
Nikad nisam mislila da ću te videti ovde,
nikad ne bih pomislila da ću te zateći u haljini,
mislila sam da mladoženje uvek nose odela.
No, šta je, tu je.

Izgledaš baš blesavo.
I, dok si ti trčao,
ne primećujući da si obukao haljinu,
ne primećujući da si u papučama,
to drveće do kolena u kome si se izgubio je poraslo
i sad ima oko hiljadu godina.

Nisam sigurna šta se desilo,
sećam se da smo preturali po nekim škrinjama,
ko zna čijim, ko zna kako, ko zna gde,
da smo isprobavali nečiju smešnu odeću,
da smo malo pomalo počeli da razgovaramo,
da sam te uhvatila za ruku
i da si zaždio glavom bez obzira.
Bože me prosti, pa nisam htela da te silujem,
nisam htela da ti otkinem ruku, već imam dve svoje.
Nisam htela da te pljačkam.

Izgledaš baš blesavo,
ja sam došla da te malo smirim,
a ovi napolju se cerekaju,
ne znaju odakle muškarac u haljini.

Kako “Šta ja to pričam?”
Dragi, ovo je 3010. godina.
Imamo veliki problem,
sve oko ove šume je onakvo kakvo je bilo nekad davno,
obično, prepuno ljudi, prosečno,
samo malčice modernije.

Čekaj malo, a zašto ja trčim?
Neko me je uhvatio za ruku i to mi je smetalo?
Gluposti. Trebalo je da te poslušam i prestanem da trčim.

Da, gluposti.
Trebalo je da te pustim da trčiš i da odem.

Sklanjamo se iz šume, prilaze nam ljudi.
Valjda su prvi put videli legendu koja se obistinila.
Koračamo ka nekom novom gradu,
i onda smo nabasali na čudan spomenik.
Dvoje ljudi. Izgleda da smo to ti i ja.
“U znak sećanja na jedine nastradale ovde u 21. veku?”

Unclear…love?
(Da li ovaj jezik dalje postoji?)
Upravo to, i traje hiljadu godina, bez ikakvih prepreka.
Očijukaš sa devojkom koja ti je donela normalnu odeću,
a ja sam upravo videla neki restoran i ništa drugo me ne zanima,
možda ću hteti da zvocam i žalim se na tebe kad se najedem,
ali imam utisak da se nećemo rastati,
bez obzira na to koliko me ne podnosiš.
E da, to je baš blesavo.
Hiljadu godina, i još nemam odgovor na tu pretpostavku!

Unclear love.
Moram nešto da ti kažem, naglas.
Neka me izvini ova nepoznata dama.
Znajući kakve sam sreće, biće zemljotresa
i severna hemisfera će eksplodirati.
No, dobro, hajde. Drag si mi.
Još od onog glupog dvadesetog veka kad se sve ono desilo.

Da li si nešto rekla? Ustvari, čekaj malo, ko si ti?
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Unclear…love?!

Hello to you, mr. Runaway groom…bride?!
I never expected to see you in this place,
I never thought I’d see you wearing a dress
I thought grooms were always wearing suits.
But, whatever.

You’re looking so silly.
And, while you were running,
Not noticing that you put a dress on,
Not noticing that you’re wearing slippers,
The trees up to our knees that you got lost amongst grew,
And now they’re about thousand years old.

I am not quite sure what happened,
I can recall us digging through some chests,
Who knows whose, who knows how, who knows where,
We were trying out some people’s funny clothes,
And bit by bit, we started talking,
Then I took your hand
And you dashed away just like that.
For god’s sake, I did not intend to rape you,
I didn’t want to pull your arm out, I have two of my own,
I didn’t want to rob you, either.

You’re looking so silly,
And I came to calm you down a bit,
These people outside are laughing out loud,
They don’t know how a man in a dress ended up there.

What are you talking about?

What, “What am I talking about?”
Dear, this is the year 3010.
We have a big problem,
Everything around the forest is the way it used to be once upon a time,
Plain, full of people, average,
Just a tiny bit more modern.

Wait a minute, and why am I running?
Someone grabbed my hand and I had a problem with that?
Awful. I should’ve listened to you and stopped running.

Yes, nonsense.
I should’ve let you run and just leave.

I am not sure if I want to live in a world where I don’t know anyone.

I dare to say that you know me.

Oh yes, but what else?

Imagine the possibilities of a whole new world.

You’re right, let’s go.

We’re out of the forest, people are approaching,
perhaps this is the first time they saw a legend come alive.
We’re walking towards some new city,
And then we run into a strange monument.
Two people, they look like you and I.
“In memory of the only people who died here in the 21st century?”

Unclear…love?
(Does this language still exist?)
Exactly what it is, lasting for thousand years, with no obstacles.
You’re flirting with the girl who brought you normal clothes,
And I have just seen a restaurant and nothing else’s on my mind,
Maybe I’ll want to nag and complain about you when I’m full,
But I have this impression that we won’t part,
Regardless of how much you can’t stand me.
Oh yes, that’s a silly thing to think about.
Thousand years and I still have no answer to that assumption!

Unclear love.
I have something to say out loud,
May this unknown lady pardon me.
Knowing my luck, there’ll be an earthquake
And the northern hemisphere will explode.
But I’ll do it. I’m quite fond of you,
Ever since that stupid 20th century when all of this happened.