Miljenko Kovačićek
английский
Putna groznica
Na stolu je popis onoga
do čega mi je stalo
Mažene stvari, odbačene stvari
Mile kroz poluživo kamenje i travu,
provuku se i uruše
I ptica se, na nebeskim raskrižjima
pjevajući, uruši sama u sebe
I čovjek, idući za samim sobom,
kao da je drugi,
pruži ruku
i uruši se
Pa, tko bi mogao baš ono nevidljivo
zaista htjeti, bez svjedoka
Ono sveprisutno prisvojiti
za vječno disanje
Из: Upoznaj Lilit – izabrane pjesme
Zagreb: Konzor, 2002
Аудиопроизводство: Udruga radio mreža 2008
Travel Fever
On the table there is a list
of what I care for
Caressed things, thrown-away things
Creep through half-alive stones and grass
they pull through and fall in
And the bird, on heavenly crossroads
singing, falls into itself
And a man, going after himself,
as if he was another one,
reaches out his hand
and falls in
So, who could really wish just for
the unseen, no witnesses
To seize the omnipresent
for eternal breathing