Na raskršću - Kerber

Tu smo na raskrscu

korak tezi od nebesa.

Ko slepi putnici

koje niko i ne ceka.

Sad se kaju majevi,

snezne zore i nemiri,

pitaju zasto smo ih

uopste budili.

Ne mogu zaspati

u toj kuci od snegova,

ni vise ljubiti

tvoje usne od pelina.

Kad kisa prestane

tu|i san ces obviti.

Na mojim zenama

neka druga ce ostati.

We are at a crossroads

step thesis from heaven.

Like blind passengers

which no one is waiting for.

Now the Mayans are repenting,

snowy dawns and riots,

they ask why we have them

woke up at all.

I can't sleep

in that snow house,

no more loving

your wormwood lips.

When the rain stops

someone else's dream will wrap up.

On my wives

some others will stay.