Pjesma Koja Nije Vazna
Ibrica Jusiæ
A Song That Doesn't Matter
You people some, tender and soft
Rough and strict, you many people
Quick to sadness and those others
I meet your face, I meet your face ...
You lovely women, tender and dreamy
Sharp and bold, dear and grim
None of you, neither lewd nor chaste
Hears the scream, hears the scream ...
You don't hear me drowning
Melting in my own verse
You don't hear my loud, nor quiet
Song in which I collapse.
Actually, no one hears me
Although I sing clearly and neatly to you
And my heart beats strongly
But that's not important to you
But that's not important to you.
You various people, rich, empty
Insignificant, significant, true, false
You strange women, sleepy, awake
Are you all a trick ...
Are you all a trick in my life
Aren't I in every verse for you
Singing a loud and quiet song
Haven't I given you every note.
