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morda nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje. |
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Pala na roke, obleke, prva, druga bo kaplja, v noc cez mocvirno poseko zakricala bo caplja. |
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Trsi spiral bo lica, mocil nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo z mrzlim nozem rezala crnega kruha. |
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Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam soncna zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje. |
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V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem vojna: |
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Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, |
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VOJNA! [English translate: War Poem] |
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We're going to sleep in the wind tonight, in the wind, who is laughing, wildly, and maybe the clouds, these white sheets, will be our only blankets. |
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On hands and clothes the first, then second drops of rain will fall. |
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In the night through the swampy clearing a heron will cry out. |
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The stronger one will wash our faces and moisten our lips with a rag and the night with a cold knife will cut us black bread. |
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We will weigh up our thoughts like rotten branches, until the sunny dawn warms the ground and our hearts. |
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The underwood will wake up in the sun and war will begin its song again: |
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Brother of mine, |
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Don't hide your face, today is war, it's |
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WAR today! |
