your fate written on a leaf of tea
that the sky will never be able to read
it'll be placed in shells like in little bodies
utterly solely made of sound
to craft a noise to sing and sway the lives
'this is the way to sing the first song
this is the way to sing the last
this is the way to sing the first song
this is the way to sing the last'
sudbina tvoja ispisana na listu čaja
što nebo je nikad očitati neće
staće u školjke kao u tjelašca
sasvim potpuno stvorena od zvuka
da šume pjevaju živote talasaju
'ovako se pjeva prva pjesma
ovako se pjeva posljednja
ovako se pjeva prva pjesma
ovako se pjeva posljednja'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem