SLAVKA BOZOVIC MONTENEGRO

SLAVKA BOZOVIC

MONTENEGRO

Far From You

Why are you asking me where I am?

And where would I be?

At dawn I woke up

With bird wings borrowed!

And I catch the light of night

I call the heat of the sun

I won't get to your dreams

You've bitten my heart!

What lies on my soul

I planted the seed on paper

Finished dreams do not destroy me

Go, don't follow my lyre

And what do I care about me

Why does the soul freeze?

I remain what I am

Somewhere far from you! . . .

I Won't Tell You

I'm not telling you the truth

You're scaring me for your reaction

It is hidden in the bottom of the soul

No heartache

I can't tell you anything

In words, I would create a miracle

I confess only to God

I face challenges

I don't let my soul spill

Do not shade the shade

I don't do the magic

What would I ignore as a woman?

I won't tell you what's hidden

Do I have someone or am I alone

I won't tell you what I dream about

It is a sin to cover you with tears

I wouldn't listen to you

I defend you from my silence

I won't tell you how things are

I have no heart to hurt you

I won't tell you. .

Subtenant . . .

Find me tonight

in the field of unrest

when it's a divine lyre

strong zatalas

you will feel breath

gentle butterflies

in the annotations of the universe

wires while crying

Find me here

under the sleeping eyelids

while it's a silver month

Calculate the cloak

when you feel strongly

pierce in the chest

These are my lips

They love you with imagination

If they are bitter tears

with a silence drop

before the horizon

spilled cashmere blue

vortex heavenly

My shadow is good

I stay a tenant

in your head. . .

SLAVKA BOZOVIC

MONTENEGRO