Vladislav Petkovic Dis - I loved, I won't anymore

Sometimes strength runs through my blood

And the awoken thirst for life, to

Walk me out of the deaf loneliness,

Where winter and dead nightingales live.

And I leave the sight as it was, without changes,

The big shadow which fell on the dream

Of pain and happiness, onto the clear murmur of rivers,

Onto the leaves, wishes and the trace of memories. 

In the dead day the white moonlight

And the walk of silence pour into

Mystery, a dusk of reason,

A word of illusions until the requiem itself.

And I observe. Today, like before,

You don't have a song on your face, nor does it seem

That the aria of dreams moves on the moonlight,

And that you are in it.

I don't see you nor the youth in silk

With a step of happiness; I don't think of it,

In this world where we were

Forever separated from life as if it were a grave.

Now I don't think. And even with the knowledge

That our love is dead to us,

This life today doesn't hurt me,

Nor does the old sky, nor the cloud of dreaming.

By the wound of the birth, which never heals,

With the distance I forebode all emptiness, where

Ideas, thoughts and our pathway of happiness

Will get lost in murmur and words.

And now, when my old days come to me,

Great days, but to me dead, 

And your eyes, and flaming lips - 

Only my blood glows.

You still tie my being today

To this humidity and to the ground, 

Where the sun left: where the night

Spent with you always comforts me, like the last discovery.

I still give you every thought of mine

And my sins; I keep dreaming of 

When I'll drink my whole life away by lust:

I love you still, but with a hug. 

I love you with my heart, which still knows how to beat

With my ruin, with my grave, although

There's no light for me still

And my eye doesn't drink the day anymore. 

Love has no power over me anymore.

I see myself with no soul,

And I suspect I had none to begin with;

I don't expect anything other than my passions. 

When they lay my head into the grave, to calm it down

And my heart, I'll live quietly

In a piece of silence: emptiness will spread

Like eternity over my skull.

Until then let my blood and thirst for rough life 

Stream through and suck me,

When there's nothing worthy of my kisses:

I loved you, but I don't know how to anymore.