Sleepy Memories ~ Zaspale Uspomene Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Sometimes I walk unsteadily.
My soul is like an empty pocket.
I feel like I lost something.

I look behind my shoulder and see the hill.
Immediately I remember what was behind the hill,
I'm not coming back, I'm speeding up the steps.

I know, out there, behind the hill,
gently sleep my memories:
Sarajevo, Yugoslavia.

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Zaspale uspomene

Ponekad nesigurno koračam.
Duša mi je kao prazan džep.
Učini mi se da sam nešto izgubio.

Pogledam iza ramena i vidim brdo.
Odmah se sjetim šta je iza brda,
Ne vraćam se, ubrzavam korake.

Znam, tamo iza brda mirno
spavaju moje uspoemene:
Sarajevo, Jugoslavija.