“Bijelo jedro, luda glava”

Pjesmu Marije Juračić prepjevao na engleski jezik Josip Ergović”

                                      .                                  .

Once again I dream of ghostly pitch-black sails

the rudder is empty, spinning by itself

a motionless sea – no fury and no rains –

a step to human sadness, to afterlife hell.

                                  .

No stars and no birds, thoughts flee unrestrained

seeking for a harbor – hope to calm their blaze

in abyss of twilight I extend my hand

all this cruel blankness is nothing but a haze.

                                  .

You light a candle, I see you through the dark

departed, gone words, those embers of our souls,

a love passed into silence, like a distant breeze.

                               .

I`m creating seagulls with my mental strings

a cloud, seashell and rain, also sun above,

dandelions in the grass, and golden swings

simply so that verses might sway in all of this.