Love In The Train ~ Ljubav U Vozu Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Athens Express was running
through the night.

I look through the window
of the train without expression.
Brakes screeched and the train stops.
I saw the window of another train.
In the window frame I saw a woman.


Without movement looked at me.
I raised my eyebrows and she laughed.
After about ten seconds her train went.

I have only memory on her eyes and a smile.

The eyes were asking me:
"Where are you traveling?
Where are you from?
How long are you staying? "

Her smile told me that she is sorry,
becouse we are not traveling
together in Belgrade,
and she is pleased I'm from Sarajevo
and that she would gladly stay here.

Athens Express was running
through the night.

In the wagon-restaurant I saw same eyes
and they did me like her eyes.
Some other woman laughed, my stupid jokes,
whith the smiles of an unknown woman
whom I saw through the window of the train.

That night, in the sleeping car of
the train that drove through the dark,
I make love with a pleasant woman,
but I imagined a completely different figure.

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Ljubav u vozu

Atina ekspres je jurio kroz noć.

Kroz prozor voza gledam bezizražajno.
Škripe kočnice i voz staje.
Ugledah prozor drugog voza.
Jasno sam vidio lice neke žene.

Netremice je gledala u mene.
Podigao sam obrve
a ona se nasmijala.
Posle desetak sekundi
njen voz je otišao.

Ostalo mi je samo sjećanje
na njene oči i osmijeh.

Oči su me pitale:
"Gdje putuješ?
Odakle si?
Koliko ostaješ? "

Njen osmijeh mi je rekao
da joj je žao što ne putujemo
zajedno u Beograd
i da joj je drago
što sam iz Sarajeva
i da bi tu rado ostala.

Atina ekspres je jurio kroz noć.

U vagon-restoranu ugledah oči
i učiniše mi kao njene.
Neka druga žena se smijala,
mojim glupim vicevima,
osmijehom nepoznate žene
koga sam vidio kroz prozor voza.

Te noći sam u spavaćim kolima
voza koji je jurio kroz mrak,
vodio ljubav sa prijatnom ženom,
a zamišljao sam sasvim drugi lik.