The Dawn Lifted The Fogs From The Ground Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

And it didn’t find my song

The day spread beyond the waters
Opened the flowers of breathing
Moved the murmurs of life
But it didn’t find my song

And the dead lips spoke
The language of graveyard stones
The dead lips san through the dusk
But they didn’t find my song

The night dropped the fogs on the ground
But it didn’t find my song


Zora je podigla magle sa zemlje
Ali nije pronasla moju pjesmu

Dan se raskrilio nad vodama
Otvorio latice disanja
Pokrenuo zamore zivota
I nije pronasao moju pjesmu

Usne su mrtve progovorile
Jezikom groblja kamnim
Usne mrtve suton pjevale
Ali nisu pronasle moju pjesmu

I noc je spustila magle na zemlju
Ali nije pronasla moju pjesmu