poppyl.74928
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Here is my translation:

And it’s sick and sad and with whom to share pain

When there is melancholy in soul?

Yes, desires! What’s use of desiring forever in vain,

When years pass by, the best years of all?

To love! But whom? You won’t waste your heart on a moment

And it cannot last forever.

Gazing inside – Of the past there is nothing left,

Neither sadness nor joy none whatsoever.

And passions? That sweet madness, sooner or later

Before the voice of reason will become a waste,

And life when looking around with a scrutiny greater

Is nothing but a joke– stupid and of a poor taste.

(Bozica Cvjetkovic) more »