The lady of women.. Selma Kopic

Is there a way out for me

Is there a way out for me?

Why am I not like other women?

Why with a hot breath

and a wet look

can’t I get

what I’m looking for?

Why can't hot breath

and humid views get

what I'm looking for?

Why half my life is full of pain,

and the other half is one big gap?

Shouldn't it be easy

to live just like that?

Is there a way out for me?

I don't know how to find it,

because I'm not like other women

who will manage easily,

lie somewhere, touch somewhere;

who know where

each of their days leads;

who will recognize and defend

their goal and their dream.

Is there a way out for me,

because something in this skin

is stinging me?

I feel like I’m going to crack,

in my skin, in my house.

Aren't there words, signposts,

to get out of this state?

Where is that hidden path

that will be the salvation

for the dreaming soul?

Ima li izlaza za mene?

Ima li izlaza za mene?

Zašto nisam kao druge žene?

Zašto vrelim dahom

i pogledom vlažnim

ne mogu dobiti ono što tražim?

Zašto života moga pola

puno je bola,

a druga polovina

jedna je velika praznina?

Zar ne bi trebalo biti lako

živjeti samo onako?

Ima li izlaza za mene?

Ja ga ne znam naći

jer nisam kao druge žene

što lako će se snaći,

negdje slagati, negdje taći;

što znaju kud vodi

svaki njihov dan;

što prepoznat će i braniti

svoj cilj i svoj san.

Ima li izlaza za mene

jer nešto me u ovoj koži žulja?

Osjećam da ću pući

u svojoj koži, u svojoj kući.

Zar nema riječi, putokaza,

da izađem iz ovog stanja?

Gdje je ta skrivena staza

što bit će spas

za dušu koja sanja?