Sevdalinka.. Selma Kopic

 

What is it that my eyes see?
Who extends his hands towards me?
Overnight, in my garden
blossomed one rose.

Lures me with her fragrance
to pick her and smell,
to be alone for a little while,
me and her, no one else.

She would like to die
in my arms.
It's better, she says,
than to exist on my own.

Beauty is to be shared,
not to wither all alone.
that's why she wishes desperately
to wither alongside me.


Sevdalinka
Što to vide moje oči
Ko mi ruke pruža
U mom vrtu preko noći
Procvala je jedna ruža
Mirisom me svojim mami
Da je berem i mirišem
Da budemo malo sami
Ja i ona, niko više
Umrijeti bi ona htjela
Na rukama mojim
Bolje i to, kaže,
Nego da sama postojim
Ljepota je da se dijeli
Ne da sama vene
Zato ona silno želi
Venuti kraj mene.