I cry this night ... - Ove noci placem . . .

 

I cry this night ...

I cry this night for the all failed love,

For all lost days, for all sleepless night.

I cry this night for the all broken harts,

For the all wounded souls and all lost nerves.

I cry this night for the all unrequited love,

For the all misunderstood love.

I cry this night without tears.

The eyes are dry, heart is empty, the soul is bleak.

Even on my thoughts no more well-known, beloved figure of a loved one.

Only . . . some strange discomfort does not allow

Dream to lull and brought me in his empire.

And, the time passes so slowly as it want to this moment last forever.

Perhaps just he wanted that this moment becomes an eternity.

And I?

I cry without tears, I sob without bitterness

And I'm still not entirely sure what I want.

But I know, I was determined that experience this life,

Not to live but enjoy in this life.

Maybe that's why I'm crying.

With sobbing I bury the past.

And, in all burial is crying, doesn't it?

With the new day should bravely step into a new life without fear,

Without bitterness, that gives the past,

Without the uncertainty that created by the future,

With new goals, hopes and desires.

I cry this night for the all-future hard times

Because the tears already dried up, the feelings numbed.

And, new day is already knocking at every molecule of the air.

It needs to start all over again,

Needing to learn the first letters of life,

But not to make the same mistakes.

It's must building a new world, because this one just crushed.

And a house of cards collapses,

And grass sways on the wind,

But not need be a house of cards,

But this one whose successful move collapses it

Not need to be a blade of grass already wind,

Not need to be ice, but the heat that melt it.

A man should be ruthless egoist in order to survive in this worthless,

False and hypocritical society.

It needs to walk forward with open eyes

Because on every step waiting someone who will putting their leg under,

And you . . . ?

You must be ready for that,

Rather then continue to live in world between dream and reality

In the long time ago-vanished world of fairy tales and sleeping Princess and Princes.

It should be, should be . . .

And I . . . I cry this night for all . . . 

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Ove noći plačem . . .

  

Ove noći plačem za sve propale ljubavi,

za sve izgubljene dane, sve besane noći.

Ove noći plačem za sva slomljena srca,

za sve ranjene duše, sve izgubljene živce.

Ove noći plačem za sve neuzvraćene ljubavi,

sve neshvaćene ljubavi.

Ove noći plačem, a suza nema.

Oči su suve, srce prazno, duša pusta.

Čak se ni po mislima više ne mota dobro poznat, dragi lik voljene osobe.

Samo . . . neki čudan nemir ne dozvoljava snu da me uljuljka i ponese u svoje carstvo,

a vreme tako sporo prolazi kao da želi da ovaj trenutak traje večno.

Možda bi baš on želeo da ovaj trenutak postane večnost.

A ja?

Ja plačem bez suza, ja jecam bez gorčine

i još uvek nisam potpuno sigurna šta želim.

Ali, znam, čvrsto sam odlučila da ovaj život odživim

 i to ne da živim već da uživam ovaj život.

Možda zato i plačem, jecajući sahranjujem prošlost.

A, na svim shranama se plače, zar ne?

Sa novim danom treba hrabro zakoračiti u novi život bez straha,

bez gorčine koju daruje prošlost,

bez neizvesnosti koju stvara budućnost,

sa novim ciljem, nadama i željama.

Ove noći plačem za sve buduće teške trenutke

jer su suze već presušile, osećaji otupeli,

a novi dan već kuca u svakom molekulu vazduha.

Treba početi sve iz početka,

treba učiti ponovo prva slova života,

ali ne i praviti iste greške.

Treba graditi nov svet jer se ovaj upravo srušio.

I kula od karata se ruši

i travka se na vetru povija,

ali ne treba biti kula od karata

već onaj ko je jednim uspešnim potezom ruši,

ne treba biti travka već vetar,

ne treba biti led već toplina koja ga topi.

Čovek treba biti okrutni egoista da bi opstao u ovom bezvrednom,

lažnom i licemernom svetu.

Treba otvorenih očiju koračati napred

jer te na svakom koraku čeka neko ko će ti podmetnuti nogu,

a ti . . . ?

Ti je spremno dočekaj,

a ne da i dalje živiš izmedju sna i jave

u davno nestalom svetu bajki i uspavanih Princeza i Prinčeva.

Treba, treba, . . .

A, ja, . . . ja ove noći plačem za sve. . .

By DeeDee