Branko Miljković - In vain I wake her

I wake her for the sun which explains itself by plants,

for the sky crucified between fingers,

I wake her for throat-burning words

I love her with my ears.

One should go to the end of the world and find dew on the grass

I wake her for the distant things which resemble the ones here

For people who walk the streets without a forehead or a name

For anonymous words, forums, I wake her for the manufactural landscapes of public parks

I wake her for this planet of ours, which will maybe

Be a landmine in the bloody sky

Because of the stone smile of friends asleep between two battles

When the sky wasn't a big cage for birds anymore

But an airport instead

My love, full of others, is part of the dawn

I wake her for dawn, for love, for me, for others,

I wake her, though it's of less use than calling a forever landed bird,

She surely said: let him look for me and see that I am gone

That woman with hands of a child which I love

That child who fell asleep not yet drying the tears which I wake

In vain, in vain, in vain

In wain I wake her

Because her lips won't be able to tell her

In vain I wake her

You know water runs, but it doesn't say a thing

In vain I wake her

The lost name should be promised someone's face in the sand

If it isn't so, cut off my hands and turn me to stone.