Ivan Sokac

When you fall asleep, dream of ships;
they always return…
So does my soul return on the morn
having navigated the "northern sea route".
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I won't know that I'm gone,
one day, when I am no longer here.
But even then while you sleep
I'll place my head behind your lap, near,
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There is a tremble in my glancing eye.
Station is full,
and one after another are preparing to depart.
People...
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No reward, no throne.
Neither the place of honor
Neither made out of the gold, nor made out of thorns.
I do not need a crown...
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It's morning again. It's a new day and all is clear. Just let us not taint it, let it stay just like that… Same like a tear…

Night took the previous day… And to be honest, it wasn't some day, or maybe it was?
I lost some dreams on the sidewalk, so I had to find then in my dreams again… But never mind, it's morning again and everything is clear. Let us just not taint it, let it stay the same. like a tear…
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It is still daylight, as long as the sun drags it behind,
and wind unwillingly wanders
through the evil-caused thinned crown of the trees.
My thoughts have been wandering
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From stars to make you a hat, to keep you safe.
No one to see you under it...
Out of clouds I'll create a velvet,
to sew you a vest, when it blows and stings.
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I'm looking for an excuse
to hide under the sun
and protect myself
from cold birch trees of May.
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I do not believe in picturesque letters
on the parchment.
In counting, polling and marching.
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In a spiral of confusion
We're spinning
more and more losing ground.
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There are more blood in the fields
crushed in the dust of the land
and in the roots of many young sprouts.
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