Djura Jaksic - On Lipar

 Are you of my kind, oh, you little orphans? 

Or have you too, perhaps, been poisoned by misery?

Or have you weaklings been persecuted by the world - 

So you came, since we already know people,

Only so that we could meet a little better

While singing of sorrow in a sad duet?

We're little,

But we knew,

That no one will

Ever care,

Ever dare,

To love us 

Like you can - 

Cheer-cheer-cheer! *

My beautiful birds, my only friends,

My old acquaintances in my new apartment,

Your heart is good, your song is honey;

But my heart, but my chest

People have cracked with cold malice,

So, instead of the heart, it caught ice.

With a white poppy,

With a hyacinth, 

Colorful heaven,

Heavenly May,

Flowers, peace,

With a butterfly

We're flying to you

To melt your heart -

Cheer-cheer-cheer! 

My little birdies, you poor bastards!

My beautiful days have long passed me -

Flowers have died, May estranged from me:

And on my soul left is, like a broken plant,

Or a sad smell of dead basil,

One hard wound, a hard sigh.

* - the onomatopoeic sound of birds chirping.