[IZ DNEVNIKA
21.07.'39.

Već mjesecima istražujem slučaj.
Blagorečeno, nisam napravio niti jedan korak naprijed. Zapravo, čini mi se da sam ih napravio više unazad.
Na stranu i taj prokleti slučaj, danas mi se dogodilo nešto začuđujuće. Trčao sam kući i zapisao taj događaj u dnevnik prije nego ga zaboravim.

Kao i svakog ponedjeljka išao sam u banku da ostavim pola plate na račun. Čistačica ispred mene je izgledala kao da je vidjela duha.
Uhvatila me za ruku i...]

U ovaj dnevnik, dana Gospodnjeg,
upisujem događaj, zar ovo me dočeka;
Neka mi žena, na ulazu kod pošte,
rekla kako ličim na jednoga čovjeka

Isto mi lice, iste mi ruke,
Kaže borila se u ratu pokraj njega,
"Bježi, ženo, što staješ mi na muke,
Ja nisam taj čovjek, muči te neka sjeta!"

"Ti si pljunuta na njeg' slika!
Kao da te on naslika!
Istih očiju i istog lika;
Ni najmanja nij' razlika!"

Luda ženo, što si na me,
navrnila k'o olovka ka papiru
Makni se, ludo, ne stvaraj mi drame;
Bježi od mene, pusti me na miru!

"Ko ti je otac? Onaj žandar stari!
To govno jadno, znam ja toga mućka!
Pitaj ga dobro koga su sve krali,
Reci da ga puno pozdav'la Milunka!"

Pričala mi o borbi, pričala o tom borcu,
Kako ga dugo vid'la nije, što mu se dogodilo na koncu?

Pričala mi o njemu, dobio je orden gvozdeni,
a ja sam njegova pljunuta slika, k'o da sam mu rod rođeni

Ja, ja samo... ja samo dobro
znam da je ovo sve igra
Kako mi se čini da se sa mojim
srcem ova luda žena s'igra
Da, da ona... da ona voli
izgleda da u sve zagleda!
Pusti! Pusti me ti,
ne žalim ni trena što mi oduzela,
vrijeđala sve što je moje nije ni malo
se obuzela;
Izgleda mi da su je svi
bacili jadnu na koljena...

"Znam, znam tvog oca, nikad taj žene vid'o bar nije,
a kako sad ti njegov sin si, da nisi možda ti njegovo kopile?"
Da, da ona... da ona voli
izgleda da u sve zagleda...
Pusti! Pusti me ti,
ne žali ni trena što mi oduzela,
vrijeđala sve što je moje nije ni malo
se obuzela;
Izgleda mi da su je svi
bacili jadnu na koljena...

U ovaj dnevnik, dana Gospodnjeg,
upisujem događaj, zar ovo me dočeka;
Neka mi žena, na ulazu kod pošte,
rekla kako ličim na jednoga čovjeka

Isto mi lice, iste mi ruke,
Kaže borila se u ratu pokraj njega,
"Bježi, ženo, što staješ mi na muke,
Ja nisam taj čovjek, muči te neka sjeta!"

ENGLISH:

[FROM THE DIARY
21.07.'39.

I've been investigating the case for months.
I didn't take a single step forward, to say the least. In fact, I think I've made few of them backwards.
That damned case aside, something weird happened to me today. I ran home and wrote it event down in my diary before I forget it.
Like every Monday, I went to the bank to leave half of my salary to my account. The cleaning lady in front of me looked like she had seen a ghost.
She grabbed my hand and...]

In this diary, this year of the Lord,
I'm writting something that never happened before;
Some weird woman, at the entrance didn't let me through;
Said that I look like a man she once knew.

The same face and also the same hands,
She saiid she fought with him in Great War
"Let me be, woman, I'm not that man,
Your memories betrayed you and kept a different score!"

"You are spitting image of him!
Its like I'm seeing a ghost
With the same eyes and the same face,
Not even the slightest difference!"

You old fool, what do you want from me?
I've already told you to leave me be!
Go away, I don't need this strange drama,
You need to check if you have some trauma!"

"Who is your father? That old gendarme!
That piece of shit, I know that man!
Ask him well from whom did they stole,
Tell him that Milunka greets him a lot..."

She told me about the war,she told me about that fighter,
She hadn't seen him in ages, did his flame explode or burned lighter?

She told me about him, how he received many military decorations,
I should be glad I'm spitting image of him, he is a saviour of nations!

I, I just... I just know that
this seems to be a game,
Like she is playing with me,
This crazy woman is playing with my heart
Yes, yes she is... She likes to
put her nose into all of my business!
Let go! Let go of me,
She doesn't regret for not a moment
That she took most of my time,
Insulted me and everything that is mine.
She couldn't control it,
that poor old lady.