Voz pospani voz za Harkov
Gomelj, Lenjingrad
znam kako je
nocas dalek Beograd
Nece moci nikada olovka ni hartija
ni svi Ruski postari
ne mogu ti odneti pismo
koje pisem ja marka s likom Lenjina
i u pismu jedina tuga sto me razbija
Nije votka rakija, mada nocas udara
tuga mi je velika, velika ko Rusija
ja ne mogu poslati ljubav
jer se ljubav ne salje
nit sam mogo poneti s sobom tvoje poljupce
Voz u vozu izguzvana lica putnika
ti si tamo negde iza onih planina
dal’ si mozda zaspala il’ si budna kao ja
dal’ te muce nemiri il’ te nista ne muci
Kada budes citala pismo
koje pisem ja
tajna bice skrivena
iza ovih redova
English Translation
Russian Train
Train sleepy train for Kharkov
Gomel, Leningrad
I know how far
Belgrade is tonight
A pen or paper
nor all Russian postmen
will never be able
to bring you the letter
that I’m writing
stamp with Lenjin’s picture
and in the letter the only sorrow that’s braking me
Vodka is no rakija, though it hits tonight
my sorrow is big, as big as Russia
I can’t send love
because you don’t send love
nor could I”ve taken your kisses with me
Train, in the train wrinkled faces of travelers
you are somewhere there behind those mountains
did you maybe fall asleep or you’re awake like me
are you troubled by restlessnesses or nothing troubles you
When you read the letter
that I’m writing
the secret will be hidden
behind these words