Mouth Inside Colors White

Vojvodina

I love the farm to the sky, from mud to wheat,
warm the bow and festive Gypsy "Our Father,
trashing and zadušničku, brown as a maiden braids,
the country čardaša, glasses and landless,
vigil where they served and people head shortened,
where an old woman and beat defending thresholds bare hands,
, so she was picking and eating his hands, so they crkavali and lived
so they like people, and swore, and cursed, and cried, -
bogomojačku the Vojvodina, and the wicked, and ivnsku,
whiter than lambs, blacker than arson,
the Vojvodina svetonikoljsku, Velika Gospa,
when the carousing of the Timisoara Vrsac, Sombor, and Szeged,
and no one had the song as a thick mustache that people
penal and May Day, scalp and broken teeth,
the Vojvodina aces, razors, prayers, and slaps,
overgrown by desire, the lies, the struggle, the betrayal, to love -
I love her, because we are all wide and common as the plain,
because we have a large and bloody on the green grass,
and millions of crazy purple bird
star will forever flutter over our weary heads.

I love the begging in front of churches, weeks in rags,
the wedding, astrakhan, neucveljenu pain, and Vojvodina
fairground and hramonikašku, now dissolute, now cultivated, and
birtijašku, as osvanjiva štucajući under tables, and Vojvodina
Viennese and varmeđsku with foreign flags in front of troops,
Ku K. Regiment, by the road history raped and slaughtered
and Vojvodina Thessaloniki and Corfu over bayonets
gray as military death in jerkin and common graves,
hey, so like Sixth of April, logorašku, beaten,
hanging on the pole, drill the forehead, plowed
from tanks, from the blood izopijanu,
and partisan, when in October brought the spring villages
love is how evil and good. I love her equally.
Spray Apricot star z tree of her hair. There will always be
roof rear roof each,
it still continues to be rosy rosy.
Even today, land of birth, when you're barefoot,
when you're naked misery in tatters and tears,
you, you're praying to God, you who spit on God,
you what you owed and collected account
cheers, get glasses , slash asta hand,
zapevaj across the fields, some zabride bone
love you you're a simple, raw, wild way,
and so many crazy, I love you ... I love ... I'm sorry,
you, you're more beautiful now, you, without a scab and lice,
you, swing and rakožut, toothy smile do not hide,
sing drunkenly Racki, Hungarian, totski, Vlach, Macedonian and
Lick, over the distant fields,
and love you always, my bloody infant and happiness new
is ashamed because your otegnutog speech and bacon and kudeljnih underpants, I paorske
of blood, profanity, joys, dreams ...
Razdrlji vest or swallow! I toast this bill!