Natasa Bajic - To Igor

I am haunted by a black and white song
I don't recognize my friends
In the eye pupils while I'm entering
The hole is never emptier
Does anybody know where is
That whore - border line
I've wasted all the roads
And nothing - only
Dust in the mouth.
Light at least some windows
(Those truly yours - of melancholy)
Forgiveness is a virtue, you know,
To the bottom - hundred and one shortcuts
To the heights, it seems - nothing but
backwards.
Give me the colors of spring
The cursed hope cheats me
What is our half - life
Going to be.

*

The empty laugh stinks
I'm afraid of these corridors
God's nervous system just decompose.

Translated by Ivan Boškovic and Aleksandra Dragosavljevic

Natasa Bajic

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