Kada porastes veca od lutke,
   veca od stolice, od pidzame,
   kada detinjstvo napustis cutke
   i stanes s mamom rame uz rame…

   Kada porastes veca od skole
   i od skolica na trotoaru,
   kada “Nena i Aca se vole”
   pocne da bledi u spomenaru…

   Kada porastes od neba veca,
   prevrni zvezdana jata daleka!
   Negde u njima krije se sreca
   koja samo na tebe ceka…

   Dragana Konstantinovic
 

   Once when you grow up bigger than your hood,
   bigger than your chair, your wooden soldier…
   Once, when your childhood far behind you stood
   and you stood by Mom--shoulder by shoulder...

   Once when you grow up bigger than all toys,
   bigger than hopscotch, bigger than your nook,
   when words “Katrina is in love with boys”
   start slowly fading in your memory book...

   Once when you grow up bigger than the sky,
   turn over all stars that shine bright and blue!
   Somewhere among them happiness does cry
   looking and waiting only for you...

   Dragana Konstantinovic
   Translated by the author