Ko te kara nek ti piše pjesme

In the far corner of your living room,
where an uninvited gaze cannot reach,
at the bottom of your full shelves,
you hide a sweet folder labeled 'intimacy',
filled with pictures of faces dear to you,
where you keep your memories and letters,
all in the form of poetry, verse,
there lies my silent love.
These are poems never published,
written for the beloved woman,
but the dates on them are old,
there have been no new things for a long time,
because instead of poetic heights,
only sadness and bitterness come out of me,
and a thought that should not be said,
Whoever loves you should write you poems!

I would like to be a gentleman,
and avoid furious reactions,
but the words come out like a true primitive,
Whoever loves you should write you poems!

I know you listen to my new records,
with them I defend myself from loneliness,
and I throw in something to startle you,
Whoever loves you should write you poems!