The soil of forefathers

ZEMLJA PRADEDOVSKA

        Pradedi Radovanu Pantiću

U šaci,

Otkosi srca

Zemlja pradedovska

Prkosima diše

Dok klasje

Iznova niče

Denem stogove snova

Da mi na prošlost liče.

I kao da mi pristiže

Odnekud iz nečuja

U starom mlinu

Liturgija bruja.

              The soil of forefathers

         To the great-grand-father Radovan Pantich

In the palm,

Heart,

The soil of forefathers

Breathing contumacy

While grass sprouts again

I am stacking the dreams

That look line the past.

It is almost as if

From the silent past

In the old family will

Rings the hell of liturgy.