They call it a place where the heart lives:
The rhythm that carries the bodies in the forgetfulness,
Harmony of the spin and joy in the soul,
Clunk sound of a trumpet called lust,
The passion that drives you forward
and when you think it's all over,
again the same rhythm, the coherence of the movement
and souls traveling for eternity.
Swing is, unfortunately, when you grow old,
like a good sex just for watching.
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Šta je to Sving?
Zovu ga mjesto gdje srce živi.
Ritam koji nosi tijela u nezaborav.
Sklad okreta i radost u duši.
Prigušeni zvuk trube koji zove požudu.
Strast koja te tjera naprijed
i kad pomisliš da je sve završeno
ponovo isti ritam, sklad pokreta
i duše koje putuju u vječnost.
Sving je, nažalost, kad ostariš
kao dobar seks koji se samo gleda.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice one! With a humorous ending
Thanks. Feelings old man.