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    Хорватский (Сroatian)
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Šuma

Лес

U toj šumi za stablom stablo
Izronilo je iz magle naglo.

Baš kao ruke mrtvaca krenu
Iz zemlje koren za korenom.

Pod velom lišća počeše ići
Gorostasi žila, kepeci, lavići.

U pesku ribari videše očvrsle
Tragove ruke ljudske, šestoprste.

A nikad tu nije pristala kraj mola
Lađa s vitezima Okrugloga Stola.

Tu se hajduk nije skrivao u bilju,
Niti je monah kopao tu špilju.

Samo je jednoć u olujno veče
Izišla odavde žena glave mačje,

No s krunom od srebra žežena na glavi,
Jecala je gorko dok dan se ne javi,

I skonča tiho, zorom, s prvim svetlom,
Pre no što primi pričešće sveto.

To je bilo davno, u ona vremena
Od kojih više nema ni pomena,

I to se zbilo u svetu koji
Ni u snovima ne postoji.

Ja sam to smislio, gledajući tmaste
Tvoje kose – kolute zmijaste,

I gledajuć tvoje oči izbliza,
Zelenomodre poput tirkiza.

Možda je ta šuma – duša tvoja,
Možda je ta šuma – ljubav moja,

Il ćemo se možda u toj česti,
Kad umremo, nas dvoje sresti.

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