UMJETNOST I KULTURA

PREVALIH PUT ŠTO MIŠLJAH NE MOGU

ZA WEB SITE VUJOŠ JOE BULATOVIĆ - NJUJORK, USA (PJESME O PRVIM IMIGRANTSKIM DANIMA U AMERICI, NOVOM POČETKU DALEKO OD CRNE GORE)

Prošle godine na današnji dan,
počeh da spavam i živim svoj san.
Sav ushićen pred dalek put,
tresao sam se kao nad vodom prut.

Prevalih put što mišljah da ne mogu,
ali kad stigoh laži me oboriše sa nogu.
Upornošću kako me učiše moji,
okrijepih svoj duh i zadah mu udarac koji.

Do dana današnjeg, sigurno ali polako,
samo napredujem pa neka vidi svako.
Stvarnost je ovo - sebe ubijediću,
al' se iz sna probuditi neću!!!

Slow lunch and even slower day,
Some music play but I think about you anyway.
Mona screams on everyone a little bit,
While waiter decorates a desert with mint.

Sloppy busboy drops on the floor tray,
to check what happen manager is on it's way.
Chef is getting upset - no order is coming,
above him on the shelf mouse is running.

In all that noice and silence around,
body is here but thoughts on other bound.
On other bound next to great lake,
there's someone who makes my heart shake.
Someone who is worth fighting for
and someone whom I'm loving more and more.