Lament Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

We like death
It’s a God given gift
Bestowed upon us
God given Mercy

We die like butterflies
Burn them easily on a fire in a sec
We die silently like plants
We die loudly
Like waterfall blood
We die in the rocks

Sagacity is one our side
For we know
That it’s just in a second
Playing the role of sense
On Earth everything can be shattered
And that we didn’t choose
That God takes ones in his arms
And lets the others testify

We are the verdict of the surviving tyrants
We are the masters of our masters
Though our graves are too narrow
In the box of their secrets

Shelter is on our side
For we know
There’s no shelter on Earth
Therefore we like death
It’s a God given gift
Bestowed upon us
God given Mercy
Therefore we die
And recognize our children
By death only



Mi volimo smrt
Ona nam je od Boga velika Milost
Veliko uzdarje

Mi ginemo ko leptiri
Tanke nogice za cas na vatri sprzimo
Ginemo tiho kao biljke
Uz huku krvi ko slap
U stijenama ginemo

Mudrost je na nasoj strani
Jer mi znamo
Da na zemlji samo tren
Igra ulogu smisla
Da Bog jedne
Pod svoje okrilje uzme
A ostali zive da svjedoce

Mi smo osuda prezivjelih tirana
Nasih smo gospodara gospodari
Iako u skrinjama njihovih tajni
Groblja su nam tijesna

Sigurnost je na nasoj strani
Jer mi znamo
Da na zemlji zaklona nema
Zato mi volimo smrt
Ona nam je od Boga veliko uzdraje
Velika Milost
Zato mi ginemo
I djecu svoju po smrti prepoznajemo

Written inn 1999.

(Dedicated to the victims of NATO bombing Serbia 1999.)