Saša Milivojev - THE HOMELESS
Saša Milivojev
THE HOMELESS
Snow. Ice. Bitterness.
Fear. Huger. Distress.
Hopelessness.
Without water and electricity.
Without liberty.
Nobody, just me,
and a cold blanket
sighing sadly.
And nothing else.
Betrayals countless.
Without a friendly face.
Without an embrace.
Puddles of tears surround me,
I will cut my wrists to end this misery.
My frostbite wounds
Millions of people are passing by
never a one to stop
to offer a shoulder on which to cry
I don’t need anything
no cash, no bread
no shoes, no roof over my head
just a single heart to start beating
beating for me, crazily.
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
萨沙•米利沃耶夫, Saşa Milivoyev, サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ, Sasha Milivoyev, साशा मिलीवोएव, Саша Миливойев, ساشا میلیوویف, Saša Milivojev, Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ, Sasa Milivojev, Sacha Milivoyév, Sascia Milivoev, Sasza Miliwojew, Sacha Milivoev, Sasha Milivojev, ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ, Саша Миливоев, Саша Миливојев, ساشا ميليفويف.