Pesma o ocu – Stari (plavi) moj | Poem about father – Old (blue) mine

Stari moj

Gledam kako I posle

Toliko dugih godina

Ponosno služiš državi

Koja je tri puta menjala ime

Kožu

Boju

Vetar

Kako prkosno čuvaš

Svoj narod iako najbolje znaš

Kakav je on ustvari!

Znam da teško dišeš

I srce ti preskače 

Jer prevelik teret

Nosiš na leđima

Gledam

I krijem svoje suze

Da ne obrukam tvoju snagu.

Gledam

I divim ti se

Stari moj!

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My old man

I watch it afterwards

So many long years

You proudly serve the state

Which changed her name three times

Skin

Color

Wind

How defiantly you guard

Your people, even though you know best

What he really is!

I know you’re breathing hard

And your heart skips

Because too much burden

You carry it on your back

I’m looking

And I hide my tears

Not to discredit your strength.

I’m looking

And I admire you

My old man!

                                                                                Milica Mitić Vučković