Bee/ watercolor 🐝

U oku je tvome mesec osmeh skrio,
na dlanu mi pčela nežno gnezdo svila;
poverovah pčeli, naivan sam bio,
pod plaštom lepote žaoku je krila.

The moon has hidden a smile in your eye,
a bee's delicate nest of silk on my palm;
I believed the bees, I was naive,
she hid her sting under the cloak of beauty.

Lagala me lepo, reče da bi htela,
toplinom mog srca da ugreje krila;
oko mene vešto zlu je mrežu plela,
svojim slatkim medom me je prevarila.

She lied to me beautifully, she said she would,
with the warmth of my heart to warm the wings;
she skillfully wove a web of evil around me,
she deceived me with her sweet honey.

Žaokom mi snažno iskasapi grudi,
otrovima teškim zatrova mi telo;
da se nikad dobro u me ne probudi,
da razum ne pamti šta je srce htelo.

He butchered my chest hard with his blade,
poison my body with heavy poisons;
that he never wakes up well in me,
that reason does not remember what the heart wanted.

Dok mi gusti korov humku obavija,
na maleni cvetak ti mi nežno sleti;

While the thick weeds envelop my mound,
you gently landed on my little flower;

...neka na tren oko opet ti zasija,
na predivni mesec da me pčelo seti.

...let your eye shine again for a moment,
on a beautiful month that the bee remembers me.

text source:

the song "Bee" by Jovic N. Đorđević

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Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!