Gedicht
Srečko Kosovel
The Marked
They walk with death in their hearts.Death wakes in their eyes.
A car spattering mud.
Heads droop with no energy.
A light rain of evil falling into the eyes.
The lava of weariness.
Delirium tremens.
Hunger.
Starvation, starvation.
Oh, your white hands!
Like a rustling dream you pass by!
© Translation: 2002, Nike Kocijancic Pokorn
From: Integrals
From: Integrals
ZAZNAMOVANCI
ZAZNAMOVANCI
Hodijo s smrtjo v srcu.Smrt bdi v njihovih oceh.
Avtomobili skropijo blato.
Brez energije klonejo glave.
Droben dez zla pada v oci.
Lava trudnosti.
Delirium tremens.
Lakota.
Glad, glad.
O tvoje bele roke.
Kot sanja sumeca greš mimo!
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ZAZNAMOVANCI
Hodijo s smrtjo v srcu.Smrt bdi v njihovih oceh.
Avtomobili skropijo blato.
Brez energije klonejo glave.
Droben dez zla pada v oci.
Lava trudnosti.
Delirium tremens.
Lakota.
Glad, glad.
O tvoje bele roke.
Kot sanja sumeca greš mimo!
The Marked
They walk with death in their hearts.Death wakes in their eyes.
A car spattering mud.
Heads droop with no energy.
A light rain of evil falling into the eyes.
The lava of weariness.
Delirium tremens.
Hunger.
Starvation, starvation.
Oh, your white hands!
Like a rustling dream you pass by!
© 2002, Nike Kocijancic Pokorn
From: Integrals
From: Integrals
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