An ordinary jinx,
one hot day
drank his usual drink
lying in your favorite armchair.
One colorful, plain butterfly
fled to his lap.
He caught him with his
favorite butterfly net.
A jinx is as usual smiled.
He raised the net and let the butterfly.
He looked at his favorite mirror
and said quietly:
You see that I'm not a jinx.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Baksuz i leptir
Jedan običan baksuz,
jednog vrelog dana
je pio svoje obično piće
ležeći u omiljenoj fotelji.
Jedan šareni, običan leptir
mu je doletio u krilo.
Uhvatio ga je baksuz svojom
omiljenom mrežom za leptire.
Baksuz se kao obično nasmješio.
Podigao je mrežu i pustio leptira.
Pogledao je u omiljeno ogledalo
i rekao je uobičajeno tiho:
Vidiš da nisam baksuz.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem