Branko Miljković
Šta sve može da stane u kapi mastila
Jedno nenapisano sunce
Jedna nepotpisana ptica
Jedan nenacrtani cvet
I još će ostati toliko
Da se napiše epitaf:
Dve su zvezde zanoćile
U čijem srcu, u čijoj noći
Zatim su dva cveta nikla
Iz čije krvi, iz čije krvi
I dve su ptice poletele
Iz čije glave, u čiju noć
Dve zvezde, dva cveta, dve ptice
Niko ne zna čije su
Niko ne zna odakle su
Drop of Ink
What things can fit into a drop of ink:
One unwritten sun
One unsigned bird
One undrawn flower
And still enough
To write an epitaph:
Two stars spent the night
In whose heart, in whose night
Then two flowers sprung up
From whose blood, from whose blood
And two birds took off
From whose head, into whose night
Two stars, two flowers, two birds
No one knows whose they are
No one knows where they are from.
