Album „Čemu ovo sve?” · Pjesma 02

Prodavač kuhanog kukuruza

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Od moje kućeFrom my housedo školskog zdanjato the school buildingnije baš nekait isn't reallyvelika putanja.much of a journey.Starim prolazomThrough the old passagekraj kafana,past the cafés,prošao bih čestoI'd often walkmaglovitim jutrima.on misty mornings.Od svih dobaOf all the seasonsnajbolje pamtim jesen,I remember autumn best,žuto lišćeyellow leavesnošeno vjetrom.carried by the wind.Duge kiše štoThe long rains thatpočnu u septembru,begin in September,snijeg što ih smijenithe snow that replaces themtek u decembru.only in December.To doba pamteThe kids of the passagedjeca prolaza,remember that seasonpo prodavačuby the man sellingkuhanog kukuruza.boiled corn.I po pari štoAnd by the steam thatuvijek se širila,always spreadiz njegovog malogfrom his littlepokretnog šporeta.mobile stove.

Kuhani dinar,Boiled for one dinar,prženi dva,roasted for two,so i salvetasalt and apapirna.paper napkin.Vrela voda,Hot water,hladan zrak,cold air,sočno zrno,a juicy kernel,osmijeh blag.a gentle smile.

Često samI oftensa njim pričao,talked with himdok sam zbog kišewhile I waited out the rainu prolazu čekao,in the passage,ja o curama,me about girls,igri i snovima,games and dreams,on o poslu,him about business,prometu i brojkama.takings and numbers.Mnoge su se jeseniMany autumnsod tad smjenile,have come and gone since then,godine okrenule,the years have turned,države nasljedile.one state followed another.Odavno je nestaloThe little stovemalog šporeta,is long gone,dal je danas živis he still alive todayil zauvijek počiva?or resting forever?

Kuhani dinar,Boiled for one dinar,prženi dva,roasted for two,so i salvetasalt and apapirna.paper napkin.Vrela voda,Hot water,hladan zrak,cold air,sočno zrno,a juicy kernel,osmijeh blag.a gentle smile.

Ma gdje da je iWherever he isma koliko daleko,and however far away,u prvim danimain the first daysseptembra,of September,u tišini i samoćiin the silence and solitudestarog prolaza,of the old passage,osjetim mirisI can smellkuhanog kukuruza.boiled corn.

Kuhani dinar,Boiled for one dinar,prženi dva,roasted for two,so i salvetasalt and apapirna.paper napkin.Vrela voda,Hot water,hladan zrak,cold air,sočno zrno,a juicy kernel,osmijeh blag.a gentle smile.

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Daniel Bartl
Muzika
AI & 071 Band