Gedicht
Bojan Radašinović
Those Were The Days (9)
9.you are so soft
your arms are stretched
because of the plastic bags
from the shopping at Migros
certain things are always
and everywhere the same
we were not running from that
I’ll take those bags
I said to her
on our way home
we have serious conversations
we can spot strangers very easily
colourful children pass us by
on metallic scooters
in this building apartment rents were low
and there was nobody from our country
the telephone seldom rings
you answer
using your Slavic family name
with all those č and ć
© Translation: 2004, Miloš Ðurdevic
To su bili dani (9)
To su bili dani (9)
9.sva si mekana
ruke su ti rastegnute
plastičnim vrećicama
trgovačkog lanca migros
neke stvari su uvijek
i svugdje iste
od toga nismo htjeli pobjeći
daj mi malo te vrećice
kažem joj
putem do kuće
vodimo ozbiljne razgovore
s lakoćom prepoznajemo strance
pokraj nas prolaze šarena djeca
na metalik romobilima
stanovi su u ovoj zgradi jeftini
i u njima nema nijednog domaćeg
telefon rijetko zvoni
na njega se javljaš
svojim slavenskim prezimenom
sa svim onim č i ć
© 2003, Bojan Radašinović
From: Ovdje ćemo uvijek biti stranci
Publisher: AGM, Zagreb
From: Ovdje ćemo uvijek biti stranci
Publisher: AGM, Zagreb
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To su bili dani (9)
9.sva si mekana
ruke su ti rastegnute
plastičnim vrećicama
trgovačkog lanca migros
neke stvari su uvijek
i svugdje iste
od toga nismo htjeli pobjeći
daj mi malo te vrećice
kažem joj
putem do kuće
vodimo ozbiljne razgovore
s lakoćom prepoznajemo strance
pokraj nas prolaze šarena djeca
na metalik romobilima
stanovi su u ovoj zgradi jeftini
i u njima nema nijednog domaćeg
telefon rijetko zvoni
na njega se javljaš
svojim slavenskim prezimenom
sa svim onim č i ć
From: Ovdje ćemo uvijek biti stranci
Those Were The Days (9)
9.you are so soft
your arms are stretched
because of the plastic bags
from the shopping at Migros
certain things are always
and everywhere the same
we were not running from that
I’ll take those bags
I said to her
on our way home
we have serious conversations
we can spot strangers very easily
colourful children pass us by
on metallic scooters
in this building apartment rents were low
and there was nobody from our country
the telephone seldom rings
you answer
using your Slavic family name
with all those č and ć
© 2004, Miloš Ðurdevic
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