Lidija Nikčević: Stanica

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