by Radmila Petrović

he is dangerous
his lips are like poetry
that I won’t read.

he came just in time
As a good year
he lit a fire
not knowing
how strong I can burn.

worst to himself
and to me he is a lever of gold
from the Federal Reserve vault.

for the dollar to appreciate,
there is enough of him
and exporters of cotton from Mexico
flourish before him.

he is not answering,
he is not answering!
But I have so many lies to tell him.

that I will not wait for him.
That I don’t understand him.
And how i am listening to Dad.

he wants a hero
who is going to dig a field
under raspberries,
keep acres of beech
and Clay soil
under fingernails. 

prevod pesme Radmile Petrović 
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