Ballad from a suburb

1. Ballad from a suburb
DOBRIŠA CESARIĆ
.... and shines in the corner a kerosene lamp
Reddish-yellow light
On the thick mud next to the old fence
And two, three bricks on the path.
And always the same poor people enter
Into it's light from the darkness,
And with face usually covered in worries
Passes it in few steps.
But one evening someone is missing,
But they should pass;
And the lamp is burning,
And burning in the fog,
And it's already night.
And he is missing tomorrow, and overmorrow too,
And they say he is lying sick,
And he is missing for a month, and he is missing for two,
And it's winter already,
And it snows...
Passing by as always are the people,
And May scent is already there -
But he is missing, and missing, and missing,
And he is forever gone...
And shines in the corner a kerosene lamp
Reddish-yellow light
On the thick mud next to the old fence
And two, three bricks on the path.