S pozlačenimi prsti vodi jutro
obledele lutke dne.
Vodi jih na zlatih nitkah.
Noč je umrla s temnimi vekami.
Zaprtimi v zamolčano misel.
Dan prihaja s šumom pasjih tac po tlaku.
Prihaja in ovohava ostanke noči:
grmado pisanih trakov.
(Z zobmi smo slačili noč.)
Kje so vse besede.
Kdo jih bo izgrebel iz prsti teme.
Ko po robu teme
leze kot majhna rožnata mravlja
zarja.
The Morning Touch
With golden fingers, she starts the morning
a shadowy figure of the previous day.
She leads them on golden threads.
The night hath died with darkened eyelids.
Closed in a restrained thought.
The day comes with hushed sounds of dogs walking on the pavement.
It comes and sniffs the remains of the night:
a cluster of colorful strings.
(We undressed the night with teeth)
Where are all of the words.
Who will uproot them from the dark soil.
When on the edge of the dark
crawling like a small pinkish ant
cometh the dawn.
credits
from Plavo Okno,
released January 28, 2022
production: Fedja Saksida
lyrics: Dane Zajc
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