My dear.. Selma Kopic

My dear,
I have to tell you something:
Good bypasses me skillfully,
the winds of fate
and random rain
whip me.
There's nothing painful
about hitting me
anymore.

So,
don't worry about
my goodness!
I know what it's like
to grieve,
I learned how
to handle worries
and your concern for me
cannot take away
worries from my back.
Caution, wisdom,
gentleness, patience,
they just denied me life,
shortened my stride,
left me
with a taste of bitterness.

But, I'm waking up,
I'm still walking,
I am laughing.
I skillfully resisting
the storms of life.
And please:
Don't deny me
the pain for you.
You,
you feel free
to finish me off.

Dragi moj

E, dragi moj,
Moram da ti kažem nešto:
Dobro mene zaobilazi vješto,
Šibaju me vjetrovi sudbine
I slučaja kiše.
Nema mene šta bolno
Udariti više.

Zato,
Ne brini ti za dobro moje!
Ja znam kako se tuguje,
Ja znam kako se brine
I ne može tvoja briga za mene
Moju brigu s leđa da skine.
Oprez, mudrost, blagost, strpljenje,
Samo su mi uskratili življenje,
Tesali mi korak,
Ostavljali ukus gorak.

Al' ja se budim,
Ja još hodam,
Ja se smijem.
Vješto se opirem života buri.
A tebe molim:
Ne uskraćuj mi bol za tobom.
Ti me, slobodno, dokusuri.