Wasps In Love ~ Zaljubljene Ose Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Oh Rachel,
how I love your lyrics!
You, too, stood over
the canyon of lust
until the wasps was bitten you,
that little, hell's angels,
a drivers who makes no noise.

I know, my dear,
that it still hurts you,
there somewhere
at the nape of your neck.

Take care, my beautiful,
don't play with the fire
of little, cheerful boys
because it is a dangerous game.

One woman, who is
wrote great lyrics,
has always stood
on the shaky edge
of someone else's pain.

There somewhere
at the nape of the neck,
unfaithful woman bite
her, dearest wasp.
The woman is a cold stone
tied around wasp's neck.

The pain didn't stop.
The canyon of lust echoed
with blunt-force animal's spirit:
The Wasp, the stone and a poetess
have, fallen into the water.

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Zaljubljena osa

O Rejčel,
kako volim tvoje stihove!
I ti si stajala nad
kanjonom požude
sve dok te nije ujela osa,
taj mali, pakleni anđeo,
vozač koji ne pravi buku.

Znam, mila moja,
da te još uvijek boli,
tamo negdje iza
tvog, lijepog vrata.

Čuvaj se, draga moja,
nemoj se igrati vatrom
malih, veselih dječaka
jer je to opasna igra.

Jedna žena, koja je
pisala sjajne stihove,
uvijek je stajala
na klimavoj ivici tuđeg bola.

Nevjerna žena je ujela
njenu, najdražu osu,
pravo u potiljak.
Žena je osi vezala
hladan kamen oko vrata.

Bol nije prestajao.
Kanjonom požude je odjeknuo
tupim udarom duha životinje:
Osa, kamen i pjesnikinja
su, nesmotreno, upali u vodu.