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A Yorks Feb 2018
Sai! Sa ist fairƕus faur uns
*******fairƕus þiudai unsarai
Sa 'st anahaims faur uns
Sa 'st anahaims frastim unsaraim
Insaiƕ þu mik,
O, insaiƕ þu mik
Þairh barnis augona

In farƕau saƕ ik anst,
Uswakja af stibnai soei ik ni gakunna,
Biþe astos tekand qiþjuns unsarans
Ist riqis batist hulistr faur uns
Insaiƕ þu mik,
O, insaiƕ þu mik
Þairh barnis augona


Hausja — gawandei sik
Hausja — stanþ þu þan
Hausja — gawandei sik
Aflet þan mis

Hausja — gawandei sik
Hausja — stanþ þu þan
Hausja — gawandei sik
Ni bileiþ, ni bileiþ, ne...


In allaim dauþum
Saƕ ik leitilata freihalsis
Biþe sijum at andja
Fraþei þamma, þei þata frum ist
Insaiƕ þu mik,
O, insaiƕ þu mik
Þairh barnis augona


Hausja — gawandei sik
Hausja — stanþ þu þan
Hausja — gawandei sik
Aflet þan mis

Hausja — gawandei sik
Hausja — stanþ þu þan
Hausja — gawandei sik
Fragif þan mik

Hausja — ga-wandei sik
Hausja — stanþ þu þan
Hausja — ga-wandei sik
Aflet þan mis

Hausja — gawandei sik
Hausja — stanþ þu þan
Hausja — gawandei sik
Ni bileiþ, ni bileiþ, ne...
Original text written in Serbian by Milan Mladenović and Margita Stefanović, 1987

Lo! This is a world for us,
This is a world for all our people,
This is a home for us,
This is a home for our children

Look at me,
O, Look at me
Through the eyes of a child

In this world I see grace,
I am awakened by a voice I don't recognise
As the branches touch our bodies,
The darkness is a perfect shroud for us

Look at me,
O, Look at me
Through the eyes of a child

I hear — turn around!
I hear — stand!
I hear — turn around!
Absolve me then!
I hear — turn around!
I hear — stand!
I hear — turn around!
Don't go, don't go, no...

In all deaths
I saw a little of grace,
When we are at the end
Understand then, that this is the beginning

Look at me,
O, look at me
Through the eyes of a child


I hear — turn around!
I hear — stand!
I hear — turn around!
Absolve me then!
I hear — turn around!
I hear — stand!
I hear — turn around!
Forgive me then!

I hear — turn around!
I hear — stand!
I hear — turn around!
Absolve me then!
I hear — turn around!
I hear — stand!
I hear — turn around!
Don't go, don't go, no...
Milica Fara Nov 2017
Bila je sreda
jutro
Alarm je probudio
i moju glavobolju
Nepomična i ukočena
još uvek sam osećala
davne dodire tvojih prstiju
po mom telu
Peklo me je
koža je odumirala
Nebesko plavetnilo je sijalo
kroz proreze roletne
i dalo mi tračak života
Hladne kupatilske pločice
su izazivale jezu
u mom biću
dok sam pila kafu
i pripremala se za
novi dan
Novi život.
NEW
It was Wednesday
morning
The alarm woke up
my headache too
immovable and stiff
I still felt
ancient touches of your fingers
on my body
It burned me
the skin was dying
Sky blue was shining
through slits of shutters
and gave me a spark of life
Cold bathroom tiles
caused shivering
in my being
while I was drinking coffee
and prepared for
new day
New life.

— The End —