Nikad nemoj da se vracas
   kad vec jednom u svet kreces.
   Nemoj da mi nesto petljas,
   nemoj da mi hoces - neces.
   I ja bezim bez povratka.
   Nikad necu unatrag.
   Sta ti znaci staro sunce,
   stare staze,
   stari prag?
   To je ono za cim moze da se pati.
   To je ono cemu mozes srce dati.
   Al' ako se ikad vratis
   - moras znati:
   tu ces stati.
   I ostati.

   Ocima se u svet trci.
   Glavom rije mlako vece.
   Od reke se decak uci
   ka morima da potece.
   Od zvezde se decak uci
   da zapara nebo sjajem
   i od druma - da se muci
   i vijuga za beskrajem.

   Opasno je kao zmija,
   opasno je kao metak
   kad u meni vecno klija
   i carlija moj pocetak.
   A meni se u svet srlja.
   Stisnem srce.
   I zazmurim.
   Al' kad podjem - necu stati,
   jer jedino znam da zurim.
   Ne znam kuda.
   Ne znam zasto.
   Ne znam sta se tamo skriva.
   Znam jedino da ne mogu
   tu, gde - kako pruzim nogu -
   vezuje me odmah neko,
   zauzdava
   i potkiva.

   Opasno je kao munja.
   Opasno je kao metak
   kad u meni vecno kunja,
   i muci me moj pocetak.
   Zato bezim.
   Trcim.
   Trazim.
   Stvaram zoru kad je vece.
   Nek od mene zivot uci,
   i da tepa i da tece.
   Ja sam takvo neko cudo
   sto ne ume nista malo,
   pa kad krenem - krenem ludo,
   nestrpljivo,
   radoznalo...
   Ne znam tamo sta me ceka
   u maglama izdaleka,
   al' ako se i pozlatim,
   il' sve tesko, gorko platim
   ja cu uvek samo napred.

   Nikad necu da se vratim.

   Miroslav Antic

   When you start going to the world,
   never look back or go behind.
   "Won't" does not do--"will" is the word,
   the only right word you should find. 
   I also run without return.
   I don't look back 'cause I am bold.
   Anyway, what means the old Sun?
   Well known old paths?
   The door-sill that's old?
   All these things you could cherish.
   For these things your heart could run pettish.
   But, if you ever do come back,
   I have to say:
   That's where you'll stay.
   And just stay.

   A boy runs to the world through his eye.
   His head fights all those evening pleas.
   He learns from a river how to fly
   towards the oceans, towards the seas.
   He learns from millions of sparkling stars
   to reach the sky, to gleam and shine.
   He learns from roads how to get scars
   and boldly go further to reach the divine.

   It is dangerous like a snake,
   it is dangerous like a shell
   if my beginning is awake,
   if it's always so good and well.
   And I would like to run wild.
   I hold my heart.
   I shut my eye.
   When I start going I won't look back
   because I'm eager to try to fly.
   I don't know where.
   I don't know why.
   I don't know what's hidden far behind.
   I know that here--
   as I cross a line,
   they try to smear,
   they try to bind
   all that I find.

   It is dangerous like lightning.
   It's dangerous like a shell
   if my beginning is fighting,
   if it's still so good and well.
   That is why I run away.
   That's why I run.
   That's why I seek.
   I make dawns out of the evening Sun.
   Let the life learn how to flow
   the very same way I have done.
   I'm miraculous in a way--
   when I start something I'm not slow;
   when I start, I am eager and gay--
   my impatience
   and curiousity grow...
   I don't know what will bring a new day
   hidden in those fogs far away;
   but, if I easily get the golden glow,
   or if I have to go through the snow,
   I'll always go onward and only forward.

   I'll never, never, never go back.

   Miroslav Antic
   Translation: Dragana Konstantinovic
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