HAPPINESS
Son Shahboz
No one like you reached for me
No, he didn’t chase after me like that, crying.
Son, like air, do you need me?
Do I mean anything to you ?!
Strive to me like water is a stream
In a tiny body is a volcano of addiction.
As I once strove for my father,
Tearing to me - what a blessing it is!
1993 year
RADOST
Son Shahboz
Niko meni tako ruke pru;'o nije
Uplakan i ;eljan, tabanao, sine.
Koliko ti trebam? Reci mi. Ko dah?
Zagu;i, ;edo, ;ta ti zna;im ja?
Hitaj svome taji, ko potoka voda
Srda;ce je tvoje - goru;i vulkan.
I ja sam ko mali tako ocu 'oda-
Srce mi je puno, Bogom si mi dan!(1993.)
Translation into Serbian / prevod na srpski: Ana Pravilovi; –„Alinor“
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