Ne gazi makove crvene,
iz zemlje su iznikli sami,
latice im se nježno na povjetarcu njišu,
ne vole zimu, ne vole kišu .Ne gazi makove crvene, od krvi je njihova boja,
možda je utkana nit u njima tvoja, ili moja…
Pusti, da se prospu po polju,
da rašire svoju crvenu boju.
Svaki cvijet jedno ime ima,
ne beri makove, ne gazi po njima.

RED POPPIES

Don’t step on red poppies,
They emerge from the earth on their own,
Their petals tenderly Sway on the breeze,
They don’t like winter, they don’t like rain…

Don’t step on red poppies, of blood is their colour,
Perhaps a thread is woven into them Yours, or mine…
Let them spill over the field,
To spread its red colour,
Each flower has one name,
Do not pick the poppies,
do not step on them.

Author: Ljubica Katic Split