Great Britain
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
FRANCE
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Germany
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Italia
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Albania
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Poland
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Russia
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Slovakia
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Sweden
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Slovenija
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
North Macedonia
The Road to Zadar
We believe in eternity now,
we don’t perceive the morrow batteredness of our bodies.
Nor the severity of the day that is to come
and all that will be the consequence of this, still cherished, experience.
The road to Zadar is clear and safe,
the unattended landscape is in front of us.
One event obscurely moves into remembrance.
Now we believe in eternity,
we pay no attention, not even to our lives
that wear off yet in days like this.
We don’t feel the decline of anyone’s life.
Now we are those gazing indifferently into the morrow.
Our thoughts are freed,
we have movements behested to others.
One memory is being modelled now.
The road to Zadar:
fundamentally, only one invisible and certain
section to the abyss for every one of us individually.
Now nobody thinks about how many roads
we need to pass to the one that is surest.
There is no sailor that avoided sailing to that sea,
and neither the sea nor the inland road takes us there.
Still, the pleasure of the travel rises above everything.
All personal sorrows have been wiped out for the moment,
for the moment we become related to one another.
After everything, the beautiful view,
the sea meets the stone and nothing disturbs nature —
In the distance — walls, the mighty Zadar.
Carried by the silent Levant we still believe
that it is worth being on this trip.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević