BILJKA RASTE
IZ PUKOTINE NA CESTI
NJU NITKO NEĆE
UBRATI I JESTI
I GLEDA U NEBO
I GLEDA U NEBO
PO KOJEM PUTUJE AVION
I GLEDA U BETON
NA KOJEM BILJKA RASTE
IZ PUKOTINE NA CESTI
I GLEDA U NEBO
PO KOJEM PUTUJE AVION...
JEDNOGA DANA
TEŠKO RANJENI JUNAK
PAO NA BRISANOM PROSTORU
OPAZI PORED SVOGA OBRAZA
MODRI CVIJETAK
IZRASTAO IZ PUKOTINE NA CESTI
I POMISLI
ČITAV SAM ŽIVOT ŽELIO BITI JABLAN
BITI ČEMPRES
A SAD ME OVAJ KOROV NADVISUJE
PREMALEN DA BI SE NADAO SLAVI
ON SA NEBOM DIJELI
PLAVET
A PLANT IS GROWING
A plant is growing,
From a crack in the road,
A plant is growing,
From a crack in the road,
And nobody is going to
Cut it, nor eat it,
Nobody wants her...
And she’s watching the sky...
The sky...
And she’s watching the sky...
And she’s watching the sky,
Where an airplane is passing by,
And watching the concrete,
From which a plant is growing,
From a crack in the road...
And she’s watching the sky...
Where an airplane is passing by,
And watching the concrete,
From which a plant is growing,
From a crack in the road...
One day,
A gravely wounded knight,
Shot down in no man’s land,
Saw next to his cheek
A little blue flower,
Which grew from a crack in the road,
And thought:
All my life I wanted to be a poplar,
To be a cypress,
And now even this weed
Stands taller than me...
Too small to hope for the glory,
It shares with the sky
Its blueness...
