петък, 20 май 2022 г.

Maid Čorbić, Bosnia and Herzegovina, the poem TIMES ARE GETTING VERY STRANGE

 

For me, times are very strange.

Where people don't see everything around them

They did not see the world as it is today.

And I'm just looking for something better.


My life is my big thing.

And I pray to God every day.

To save me from this evil myself, I see

It's getting harder and harder every day.


Because I'm not like anyone else, some people

They can easily get over something.

While I have to suffer every moment

And I know times are getting weird.


Because I am not someone who believes in the world.

Yes, my desires and ambitions are strange.

I have to understand that the whip is great.

If I were someone who was happy, I am not


Because times are very strange for me.

And I don't see the light of day

My darkness is my greatest evil.

From whom I escape my day somehow


Because not everything is as great as it looks

The point of it all is to believe in myself.

The meaning of existence is this time

Moose coming into my brain


I am full of life and peace.

I struggle with everything I see.

Because the meaning of existence is hope

That there will be plants someday, and times are weird!


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