
  ORWEL 1984 + x


  The spy rings
  My neck
        I'm striking the banner
        On which is written
  F r e e d o m
  F r e e d o m
              But I don't have any connection
              With my grandfather's warrior dances

              My Freedom lies in her eyes
              And her body is interwoven with my fears

              Computer made a new Man
              The man lifted his hands towards Sun

              Sun is caressing the war-heads
              Situated on dreamy launching posts

  Crooked fog on her navel
  In the sexual revolution of
  Desperity

  Her name is My Girlfriend
  And I don't understand when she
  Whispers to me

  L o v e
  L o v e

        People love to hear the Word
        From real battle-fields

        My words are mingling
        With her kisses

        Sometimes we lie in the grass
        Sagely counting birds and clouds

  You are beautiful
  You are beautiful
  Like famine on the Earth
  Poverty in the South
  Split thought
  Hidden God
  Nude photograph of a woman

                           Don't talk to me like that
                           My girlfriend
                           I'm as ugly as
                           Hope

  For the Word's joy give me
  P e a c e
  P e a c e
  

                            -  Miodrag Djordjevic

                            - traduction Tatjana Radanovic (1984)
