Eyes can't get you back.. Selma Kopic

 

You're buttoning your jacket,
wraping your neck.
Strong wind cuts the air.
In the middle of the road
you are walking towards me
preoccupied with the wind
or who knows with what.
Do you remember
what I look like?
Do you remember
my name?
On the sidewalk
the heart stopped,
the clock stopped.
I'm cursed
by not forgetting.
I'm cursed
by hope.
Thoughts and images
alternate in my head.
There is no voice,
no air.
Lifeles body.
The hand can't wave,
the lungs can't breathe,
only the eyes follow
moving away ...
Only the eyes follow,
but the eyes can't
get you back.
And as your image disappears
in the sea of ​​passers-by,
I know
that I'll miss the last train,
because I'm damned
by giving up,
because I'm cursed
with duration.
Hand can't wave,
the lungs can't breathe,
only eyes follow moving away ...
Only eyes follow,
but the eyes
can't  bring you back.

OČI NE MOGU DA TE VRATE

Zakopčavaš jaknu,
ušuškavaš vrat.
Vjetar jak
reže zrak.
Sredinom ceste
ususret meni koračaš
zaokupljen vjetrom
il' ko zna čime.
Pamtiš li kako izgledam?
Pamtiš li mi ime?
Na trotoaru
stalo je srce,
stao sat.
Ja prokleta sam
nezaboravljanjem.
Ja prokleta sam
nadanjem.
Motaju se misli i slike.
Glasa nema.
Zraka nema.
Obamrlo tijelo.
Ruka ne može mahnuti,
pluća ne mogu udahnuti,
samo oči prate
kretanje,
udaljavanje...
Samo oči prate,
al' oči ne mogu
da te vrate.
I dok nestaje
tvoja slika
u moru prolaznika,
ja znam
da zadnji voz propuštam,
jer prokleta sam
trajanjem,
jer prokleta sam
odustajanjem.
Ruka ne može mahnuti,
pluća ne mogu udahnuti,
samo oči prate
kretanje,
udaljavanje...
Samo oči prate,
al' oči ne mogu
da te vrate.