LYRIC

Saša Milivojev

THE HOMELESS

Snow. Ice. Bitterness.
Fear. Huger. Distress.

Darkness.

Hopelessness.
Without water and electricity.
Without liberty.

Nobody, just me,
and a cold blanket
sighing sadly.
And nothing else.
Betrayals countless.
Without a friendly face.
Without an embrace.

Puddles of tears surround me,
I will cut my wrists to end this misery.

My frostbite wounds
Millions of people are passing by
never a one to stop
to offer a shoulder on which to cry

I don’t need anything
no cash, no bread
no shoes, no roof over my head
just a single heart to start beating
beating for me, crazily.

Saša Milivojev

Translated by
Ljubica Yentl Tinska

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