Lidija Nikčević: Stanica

Great Britain

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

FRANCE

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Germany

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Italia

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Albania

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Poland

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Russia

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Slovakia

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Sweden

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

Slovenija

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar

North Macedonia

REGINA OLSEN

A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…

K. Konstantinus

I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,

never having an explanation. And this parting,

(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening

to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.

For months, I have guarded your image,

like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be

beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts

have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand

your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –

everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,

which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness

to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,

whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.

And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!

Translated by Evald Flisar