Waiting.. Selma Kopic

Although I know
that no one will come,
neither this
nor any other night,
waiting makes me happy
as I sit alone in the moonlight.
Suddenly,
a breath of wind shook me.
I start to shudder
I feel tingling and fear.
I see,
the windows in the city
are no longer bright.
I hear,
stray dogs and the first roosters.
I realize,
dawn is coming.
When will I go to bed?
It's time to get up already.

Čekanje

Mada znam da niko neće doći,
ni ove,
ni bilo koje druge noći,
čekanje me sretnom čini
dok sjedim sama na mjesečini.
Odjednom,
trgne me vjetra dah.
Prenem se.
Osjetim jezu i strah.
Vidim, u gradu više
prozori ne svijetle.
Čujem, zalutale pse
i prve pijetle.
Shvatim, stiže zora.
Kad ću leći?
Već ustajat' se mora.