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Odmetnici - Pjesma mrtvog pjesnika (D. Cesarić)

#Cesarić #music #slow #croatia #emotional English translation: The Song of a Dead Poet ​My friend, I am no longer here, Yet I am not just earth, just grass, For this book that you hold in your hand, Is only the part of me that sleeps. And whoever reads it – awakens me to life. Wake me, and I shall be your reality. ​I have no more springs and summers, I have no autumns, nor winters. I am a poor dead man, who into himself Nothing from the world can receive. And what remained of my bright life, Has stayed within the embrace of rhyme. ​Before death I hid (as much as I could) In verses. I forged them in a fervor, But if you close your heart to them, They are but a shadow and a dead letter. Open it, and I shall pass into you Like a rushing river into a new riverbed. ​I'd like to live for a moment longer Within your breast. All my beauties I shall give to you. All thoughts, all dreams, All that time mercilessly took from me, All ecstasies, all loves, all hopes, All memories – O dead life! ​Return me to my old days! I want light! Sun, which gilds Everything it touches. I want warmth And horizons, my unknown friend. And rapture! and stars, which are absent In my night. Bring those back to me, dear. ​Like night butterflies around a light, My laments circle around life. Help me lift my eyelids, To stretch my hands in yearning. I want to be young, I want to love, And to be loved, my unknown friend! ​All my life is now in your hand. Wake me! We shall both live through All my hours held back by verse, All the saved dreams from a distant age. I am a beggar at the gates of life. Hear my knocking! My voice from the grave!