Mirror images
on wet asphalt
the scream of the clown in the night.
The cry of the fire
inside the sun
beauty comes from the soul
the sun singes
the black dirt
life grows from the sweat.
Titoism in round-shouldered backs
one small, one small
Serbian flower.
The sower
cultivates the earth
the laughter comes from the field
innocence
sucks the mother's milk
freedom is born in the heart
reborn
in the wilderness
a gleam of victory in the eyes.
Titoism in round-shouldered backs
one small, one small
Serbian flower.
The shadows of the evening
cool the shoulders
the lights kiss the windows
the glow from the fire
shows the runes
engraved in the faces of the people
with sleep
come memories
the watery graves of the hero.
Titoism in round-shouldered backs
one small, one small
Serbian flower.