2018.09.26.
Tango
For our last dance,Put this dress on
And listen to the earth turning.
To hear your steps,
Take those shoes,
Let your light feet awaken the silence.
Here I am dying tonight,
Who knows what time I’m here for us,
At the bottom of the glass is tango, every movement hurts... you’re coming...
Without knocking... you’re coming in
Every night in my dreams and you’re stealing my memories,
Without questions I’m giving myself to you, and I have no cure to get better,
To get over you.
Here I am dying tonight,
Who knows what time I’m here for us,
At the bottom of the glass is tango, every movement hurts.. you’re coming...
And while raging winds
Bring angels’ judgement to me,
That I dreamed this, that I had a nightmare,
That you were leaving...
(translated by Gavrilo Došen)