Graham McMaster
inglés
tvoja braća trče
tvoja braća trče
u zemlji Kronosa
koraci im izbrojeni
sjene združene
igraju igrice za sebe
u samoći bez riječi
provjeravaju poruke
i opet trče
tvoja braća ne žele upoznati
ni radosti ni tuge
ni ljubavi ni mržnje
trče bez većeg naprezanja
zategnutih mišića
ravnomjernih kretnji
koraci im izbrojeni
tvoja braća postala su gluha
za izgovorene riječi
razvezuju slušalice
iznenađena lica
kimaju glavom
u nevoljama tišine
tvoja braća trče
provjeravaju poruke
i opet trče
u zemlji Kronosa
s laganom naprtnjačom
nabacana prezira
tvoja braća trče
ne dotičući bokove laktovima
šutljivi, ozbiljni, odsutni
s krunom bešćutna sjaja
koraci im izbrojeni
sjene oduljene
Producción de Audio: Croatian P.E.N. Centre
your brothers run
your brothers run
in the land of Chronos
their steps numbered
shadows combined
they play games for themselves
in seclusion with no words
check out the messages
and run again
your brothers wish to know
neither joy or nor sorrow
love nor hatred
they run without much effort
of taut muscles
in even movements
their steps numbered
your brothers went deaf
to spoken words
they unwind the earphones
surprised faces
nod the head
in troubles of silence
your brothers run in trainers
check out the messages
and run again
in the land of Chronos
with a light knapsack
of piled contempt
your brothers run
not touching hips with elbows
taciturn, serious, absent
with a crown of callous glory
their steps numbered
shadows elongated