SIGN.. Selma Kopic

 

If we ever meet
the heart
that hasn't trembled for decades
will tremble,
and words will remain again
swallowed in the throat.
(I'm already swallowing them out of habit)
And everyone will ask
what's wrong with me,
but I will look for a spark
in your eyes
and some sign,
a small sign,
wich will tell me
that I still exist
for you.
And I'll ask
for a glass of water
to get my breath back
and moisturize my chapped lips.
And, for a long time,
I'll grab air, air, air ...

If we ever meet,
don’t mind the silence
because all the words
are left in the waking nights,
in the unfulfilled years.

If we ever meet,
don't expect big gestures.
Let my eyes absorb you
and give them time
to remember that little tick,
that little sign.

That's what I'm breathing for
air, air, air
and the poems
I write to you in my mind
from night to night.

I'm here only
because I know:
one day you will come
and give me some
sign, sign, sign ...

ZNAK

Ako se ikad sretnemo
zadrhtat će srce koje
decenijama zadrhtalo nije,
a riječi će opet ostati
progutane u grlu.
(Već ih gutam iz navike)
I svi će pitati šta mi je,
a ja ću tražiti iskru
u očima tvojim
i neki znak, mali znak
koji će mi reći da za te
još postojim.
I tražit ću čašu vode
da vrati mi dah i
ovlaži ispucale usne.
I dugo ću grabiti
zrak, zrak, zrak...

Ako se ikad sretnemo,
ne zamjeri  na šutnji
jer sve su riječi ostale
u budnim noćima,
u neproživljenim godinama.

Ako se ikad sretnemo,
ne očekuj velike geste.
Pusti da te se moje oči napiju
i daj im vremena da zapamte
taj mali tik, taj mali znak.

Ja za to i dišem
zrak, zrak, zrak
i pjesme ti u mislima pišem
iz noći u noć.
Samo sam tu jer znam:
ti ćeš jednom doć
i dati mi neki
znak, znak, znak...