Her Kiss ~ Njen Poljubac Poem by Jankovic Zoran

I still remember her kiss.

In my soul, I had the feeling that
her kiss has a taste of whiskey
soft and supple that slides down my thoughts
as I struggle not to do anything stupid.
I was aware of his strength
which was pervading my consciousness.

I still remember her kiss.

I was pitying her hair
and said I will not come back.
I was much older than her,
but I, sober and correct souls,
wiped out her tears and left.

I still remember her kiss.

Today she is a quick and happy woman
which welcomes me with respect.
I just waved to her and turned away
so she can't see my dumb smile
whose melancholy wants to tell her
that I feel a sorrow becouse
she was born too late.

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Njen poljubac

Još uvijek se sjećam njenog poljupca.

U duši sam imao osjećaj kao da
njen poljubac ima ukus viskija
koji nježno i podatno klizi
niz moje misli dok se
borim da ne učinim glupost.
Bio sam svjestan njegove snage
koja je opijala moju svijest.


Još uvijek se sjećam njenog poljupca.

Pomilovao sam je po kosi
i rekao da se neću vraćati.
Bio sam mnogo stariji od nje,
ali sam, trijezne i ispravne duše,
obrisao njene suze i otišao.

Još uvijek se sjećam njenog poljupca.

Danas je ona hitra i vesela žena
koja me pozdravlja sa poštovanjem.
Samo joj mahnem rukom i okrenem se
da ne vidi moj nijemi osmijeh
čija sjeta želi da joj kaže
da mi je žao što se kasno rodila.