Milos Crnjanski - Toast

 

Hello, world, pale as a frightened 

winter's day.

Somewhere, a nation covered in blood, ashes and dust

stays cheerful.

Move those rosy spring clouds around the sky,

And ask them if they know about heaven.

We don't need women, neither in bloom or wilted.

And we don't throw our children into the stary abyss. 

Nothing's enough for the hearts of ours.

Nothing's left for the hearts of ours.

May, as long as the last of us remain on this earth

no garden on it ever bloom! 

Long live the graveyards!

The only truly beautiful, clean and faithful things.

Long live the stones and ruins!

May the damned be all the things that bloom up high.

We're all for death!