Fragment From My First Poem ~ Odlomak Iz Moje Prve Pjesme Poem by Jankovic Zoran

I don't have manuscripts from my youth.
Do not ask me why.
The war has taken many lives
and brought different destinies.
According to that loss they are nothing
a few lost notebooks
colored with youthful naivety.

Just sometimes,
in a gloom of old love,
even today, after almost 50 years,
flashed my melancholy memories.
I always think that's it my first verses:

"Red is the color of love and blood.
This morning I saw a red trail
and your confused words:
You were the first."

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Odlomak iz moje prve pjesme


Rukopise iz mladosti nemam.
Nemojte me pitati zašto.
Rat je odnio mnoge živote
a donio različite sudbine.
Prema tom gubitku nisu ništa
nekoliko izgubljenih svesaka
obojenih mladalačkom naivnošću.

Samo ponekad,
u nekom polumraku starih ljubavi,
i danas, posle skoro 50 godina,
sjevne sjetni fleš mojih sjećanja.
Ja uvijek pomislim da su to
moji prvi stihovi:

"Crveno je boja ljubavi i krvi.
Jutros sam vidio crveni trag
i tvoje zbunjene riječi:
Bio si prvi."