The lighting struck and killed Steva Cenejac,
Gently, like with a hand,
On a wide field,
Somewhere before the dawn or just a bit earlier.
No one ever asked
Where he wandered at night,
But they mourned and lit him candles.
I spent the day with his uncle,
He was miserable, but that old man
Had the stomach for everything.
Then he said:” There, he wanted what didn’t belong to him,
So he paid for it with his life.
He lost his mind for his godbrother’s wife,
Completely.
But you see, someone from above watches it all,
Pulls the strings, plays,
Puts everything to its place.
Every good deed, and every evil one even quicker.
The eyes of destiny see everything.”
Sometimes those words come to me,
Like an echo.
Like a storm comes down on me,
And the rats leave the ship.
I don’t worry much about them,
They come back on beautiful days.
So we keep going,
And the sailing continues like before.
But I know that someone from above
Watches it all.
Pulls the strings, plays,
Puts everything to its place.
Every good deed, and every evil one even quicker.
The eyes of destiny see everything.
You break my heart like a branch
As you go,
When you’re lonely
You find a few days for us.
But I keep drawing my circles
And forgive my old debts.
Yes, maybe I’m wrong,
But why should I worry about it,
When always someone from above watches it all.
Pulls the strings, plays,
Puts everything to its place.
Every good deed, and every evil one even quicker.
The eyes of destiny see everything.