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Not The One Called Desire
Not The One Called Desire,
Please, go spin me around
When I'm dizzy, spin me the other way
Black is white, tomorrow is now
Coffee is milk, a dove is a crow
Some never see the light of a day.
I remember the childhood years
When I was taught about you
Never thought I would be trapped.
I see no way off your waltz podium
This is how we spend our days and nights
That's the bandage in which I'm wrapped.
I remember a rainy afternoon in April
It was you, me, and a soaking wet park
A demon in a blind's loving embrace.
Starring at your glass eyes I was crying
A dream is just a dream within a dream
I was given a black flag in this race.
I remember the night with snow in July
It was you, me, a street going upwards
And thousands of my broken dreams.
My angel whispered to my deaf ears
A wish is just a wish within a wish
Everything is further than it really seems.
Everything ends where it begins
And everything begins where it ends
We all live alone, the river is on fire
On is off, procrasination is accelleration
Please, go spin me around and around,
Not The One Called Desire.
Ne onaj zvani želja
Ti, koga ne zovu želja,
molim te, zavrti me u krug,
kad mi se zavrti, promeni smer.
Crno je belo, sutra je danas.
kafa je mleko, golubice su vrane.
Neki nikad ne ugledaju svetlost dana.
Sećam se svog detinjstva,
kada su mi objasnili ko si,
nisam znala da sam zarobljenik.
Ne može se sići sa tvog podijuma za valcer.
Ovako provodimo dane i noći.
To su zavoji u koje sam se uplela.
Sećam se kišnog aprilskoh popodneva,
ti, ja i prizor pokislog parka,
demon u zagrljaju onoga koji je slep.
Steljaš me staklenim očima, a ja plačem,
san je samo san u snu,
na ovoj trci dobila sam crnu zastavu.
Sećam se snežne julske noći,
ti i ja i ulica koja se penje uzbrdo,
sa mnom hiljadu prebijenih snova.
Moj anđeo mi je šaputao u zagluhnute uši,
želja je samo želja sa željom,
sve je mnogo dalje nego što izgleda.
Sve počinje tamo gde se završava
i sve se završava tamo gde počinje,
svi smo mi sami, a reka bukti u plamenu.
Uključeno je isključeno, odlaganje je ubrzanje,
molim te, zavrti me u krug,
ti, koga ne zovu želja.
Not The One Called Desire,
Please, go spin me around
When I'm dizzy, spin me the other way
Black is white, tomorrow is now
Coffee is milk, a dove is a crow
Some never see the light of a day.
I remember the childhood years
When I was taught about you
Never thought I would be trapped.
I see no way off your waltz podium
This is how we spend our days and nights
That's the bandage in which I'm wrapped.
I remember a rainy afternoon in April
It was you, me, and a soaking wet park
A demon in a blind's loving embrace.
Starring at your glass eyes I was crying
A dream is just a dream within a dream
I was given a black flag in this race.
I remember the night with snow in July
It was you, me, a street going upwards
And thousands of my broken dreams.
My angel whispered to my deaf ears
A wish is just a wish within a wish
Everything is further than it really seems.
Everything ends where it begins
And everything begins where it ends
We all live alone, the river is on fire
On is off, procrasination is accelleration
Please, go spin me around and around,
Not The One Called Desire.
Ne onaj zvani želja
Ti, koga ne zovu želja,
molim te, zavrti me u krug,
kad mi se zavrti, promeni smer.
Crno je belo, sutra je danas.
kafa je mleko, golubice su vrane.
Neki nikad ne ugledaju svetlost dana.
Sećam se svog detinjstva,
kada su mi objasnili ko si,
nisam znala da sam zarobljenik.
Ne može se sići sa tvog podijuma za valcer.
Ovako provodimo dane i noći.
To su zavoji u koje sam se uplela.
Sećam se kišnog aprilskoh popodneva,
ti, ja i prizor pokislog parka,
demon u zagrljaju onoga koji je slep.
Steljaš me staklenim očima, a ja plačem,
san je samo san u snu,
na ovoj trci dobila sam crnu zastavu.
Sećam se snežne julske noći,
ti i ja i ulica koja se penje uzbrdo,
sa mnom hiljadu prebijenih snova.
Moj anđeo mi je šaputao u zagluhnute uši,
želja je samo želja sa željom,
sve je mnogo dalje nego što izgleda.
Sve počinje tamo gde se završava
i sve se završava tamo gde počinje,
svi smo mi sami, a reka bukti u plamenu.
Uključeno je isključeno, odlaganje je ubrzanje,
molim te, zavrti me u krug,
ti, koga ne zovu želja.
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Per request of some sort ( ~Juxtapose4me , I am talking to you!) ...one of my poems about Dvojka (Two), the tram that makes a very important part of my life and is, in some way, a legend in the city I live in. It marks the space I spend the most of my life in, I live on the edge of that space and the most of my life happens here. I find everything here, I bring everyone here.
Why the title? Because of A Street Car Called Desire, a tram and the street car are the same thing on two different continents and life, in the circle of Two is not what the most people would desire, probably.
Written on 22nd March 2006. Describing 1992-1999, then the third weekend of April 2005, the days around 02nd July 2005 and the feeling I had been trying to live with for almost three years until I realised my life is where it is, in the circle of Two.
Why the title? Because of A Street Car Called Desire, a tram and the street car are the same thing on two different continents and life, in the circle of Two is not what the most people would desire, probably.
Written on 22nd March 2006. Describing 1992-1999, then the third weekend of April 2005, the days around 02nd July 2005 and the feeling I had been trying to live with for almost three years until I realised my life is where it is, in the circle of Two.
© 2007 - 2024 iva-is-me
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Amazing. I LOVE the last stanza.