Crni Leptir (Engels vertaling)
The streetlamp casts light in a circle
while black moths fly straight into it,
but they don’t know that the end is there,
that it kills them with the radiance of its light.
Once I went flying; I, too, was a moth.
The light enticed me; it fried my wings.
Black moth, flee into the night!
Wait for morning — the light will come.
| Bedankt! |