Monolog...

Day 1,953, 12:08 • Published in Serbia Serbia • by Panda monium


Tihim korakom kroz noc prolazim tvojom ulicom
Pustom i zaboravljenom...
Nekadasnjom ulicom nade i ljubavi...
Sadasnjom suza i zaborava...
A zaborav ne dolazi
Kao avet nadvila se iznad mene
Kako nekada amnezija deluje kao blagoslov
A ne bolest...
A secanje prokletstvo od Boga
Za sva losa dela ucinjena
Pomisljena
I za ona koja nam ni na pamet nisu pala
Zivot kazna
A pusta soba tamnica...
Sve je od Boga...
Srecom nije od ljudi
Jer se tek onda ne bi moglo podneti..
Stara ulicna svetiljka sija tuznim sjajem
Vise nise nista i ne obasjava
Razumem je...
Cudi me da se i ona vec nije ugasila
Kada ise nista lepo i ne sija
Ni iz mene ni iz tebe
A ni iz ostalih ljudi...
Palite neko svetlo molim vas...
Ubi nas sve ova tama!!

Monologue

Stepping quietly, I'm walking down your street in the night
It's empty and forgotten...
A former street of hope and love...
A present street of tears and oblivion...
Yet the oblivion never comes
Like a ghost, it gnaws at me
At times, amnesia seems like a blessing
And not a disease
The memories like God's damnation
For all the misdeeds done
Thought of
And those that never even came to our minds
Life - a punishment
The vast room - a dungeon
It all comes from God...
Not from people, fortunately
For only then would we be too feeble to tackle with it all
That old street light still glows with sadness
Nothing's illuminated by it anymore
I understand it all the same...
It's surprising enough that it hasn't gone out already
Since all the things beautiful have
Both inside me and in yourself
And inside other people as well
Find a light and turn it on, I beg you
For this darkness shall consume us all!!!

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