Miroslav Antic - Pesma za nas dvoje

A Poem For The Two Of Us

I know,
it must be like that:
the two of us have never met,
although we keep searching for each other
because of her happiness
and my happiness.
Drunk rain whips and strikes,
wind pulls willows’ hair out.

Where am I going?
Which town should I stop by?

The day is spilled over opaque fields.

I’m dragging around two empty eyes
staring into faces of passerbys.
Who should I ask, hungry and wet,
why have we never met?

Or it already happened?
Missed a step?
Maybe she came all the way next to me.
But I,
stopped by a pub, bitter,
and she
not knowing - passed by.

I don’t know.
We’ve been around the world
in passion, crazy
even,
and we missed each other for a step.

Yes, it must’ve been like that….