Poem
Robert Perišić
OUTLAWS
You have to dosomething!
this is a small lion, he is learning to walk
numbers from 1 to 500, all vanished
a combine keeps a part of the harvest for itself
the farmer doubts in everything
affluent birds on fat branches
patients are building the hospital
don't be a bachelor
silence of all doctors
they found bullets in my body, that's me – a German journalist
killed on the road to Glina
a bad route, buddy
someone already works instead of me
do you want to meet your employer?
why does an American repair his fence?
he always, always repairs his fence, and stares at passing women
but the nights
oh, full of bandits
eyes of thieves shining in darkness
the farmer waits in the silo
at his writing desk Marx falls asleep
something is going on outside
lights are on in all offices
Crazies work tonight, models are strolling, a pilot
is flying, the president is speaking, Ana learns languages, the farmer
waits, a train goes by, they are here! outlaws
from 1 to 500
avalanche!
© Translation: 2013, Milos Djurdjevic
ODMETNICI
ODMETNICI
neštoRadi i ti!
ovo je mali lav, tek je prohodao
brojevi od 1 do 500, nestali su
dio žita kombajn ostavi za se
seljak sumnja na sve
imućne ptice na debelim granama
bolesnici grade bolnicu
nije dobro biti neženja
šutnja svih doktora
pronalaze metke u meni, to sam ja – njemački novinar
ubijen na putu prema Glini
loša cesta, brate
netko već radi umjesto mene
želiš li upoznati svog poslodavca?
zašto Amerikanac popravlja ogradu?
uvijek, uvijek popravlja ogradu, gledajući usput žene što prolaze
ali noći
ah, pune su razbojnika
oči lopova sjaju u mraku
seljak čeka u silosu
za radnim stolom Marx pada u san
nešto se događa vani
svjetla po svim ustanovama
Ludi rad večeras, manekenke šeću, pilot
leti, predsjednik govori, Ana uči jezike, seljak
čeka, vlak ide, evo ih! odmetnici
od 1 do 500
lavina!
© 2012, Robert Perišić
From: Jednom kasnije
Publisher: Sandorf, Zagreb
From: Jednom kasnije
Publisher: Sandorf, Zagreb
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OUTLAWS
You have to dosomething!
this is a small lion, he is learning to walk
numbers from 1 to 500, all vanished
a combine keeps a part of the harvest for itself
the farmer doubts in everything
affluent birds on fat branches
patients are building the hospital
don't be a bachelor
silence of all doctors
they found bullets in my body, that's me – a German journalist
killed on the road to Glina
a bad route, buddy
someone already works instead of me
do you want to meet your employer?
why does an American repair his fence?
he always, always repairs his fence, and stares at passing women
but the nights
oh, full of bandits
eyes of thieves shining in darkness
the farmer waits in the silo
at his writing desk Marx falls asleep
something is going on outside
lights are on in all offices
Crazies work tonight, models are strolling, a pilot
is flying, the president is speaking, Ana learns languages, the farmer
waits, a train goes by, they are here! outlaws
from 1 to 500
avalanche!
© 2013, Milos Djurdjevic
From: Jednom kasnije
From: Jednom kasnije
OUTLAWS
You have to dosomething!
this is a small lion, he is learning to walk
numbers from 1 to 500, all vanished
a combine keeps a part of the harvest for itself
the farmer doubts in everything
affluent birds on fat branches
patients are building the hospital
don't be a bachelor
silence of all doctors
they found bullets in my body, that's me – a German journalist
killed on the road to Glina
a bad route, buddy
someone already works instead of me
do you want to meet your employer?
why does an American repair his fence?
he always, always repairs his fence, and stares at passing women
but the nights
oh, full of bandits
eyes of thieves shining in darkness
the farmer waits in the silo
at his writing desk Marx falls asleep
something is going on outside
lights are on in all offices
Crazies work tonight, models are strolling, a pilot
is flying, the president is speaking, Ana learns languages, the farmer
waits, a train goes by, they are here! outlaws
from 1 to 500
avalanche!
© 2013, Milos Djurdjevic
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