SAŠA MILIVOJEV

Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev OF DEEP STATE  AND WORSHIPERS OF SATAN LORDS OF THE WORLD   The Ancient of the Days, can you see what he is wearing,  Cardinal shoes made of children’s skin wrung out from the veins Last drop of blood that remains overflowing tankers   Come through the secret bunkers Descend to the underground To the cities of gold The gardens in diamonds adorned Hotels palatial Death camps infernal Where thousands of children abducted Cry in the clutches of the devil   They will invite you to dine Pour adrenalin into your wine Baby roast on the menu Bones burning in the fireplace just for you   They will forever be returning Rejuvenated with blood, rejoicing  to walk among men in shoes of cardinal skin Stepping over dead bees just the same Compassion they’ll say is their name Whilst from those cities underground From their laboratories Millions of bacteria and viruses Are killing your world mercilessly   The poles and icebergs they are melting away Torrents will bring yo

Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev AS IF YOU WERE HERE I am looking back Hoping you would follow Waiting for you to come back to me To tell me that you love me In the darkness astray Still holding me dear As if you were here Yet you are on your way From the angel’s hand so fine Nettle burned this heart of mine Drunk on love Lost my mind My soul in wastelands has gone astray Searching to you to find its way If I find thee Give myself to me At least to have myself Since I have lost thee You are looking back Hoping I will follow Waiting for me to return to you To tell you I love you In the darkness astray I have let you go I am on my way Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ

Saša Milivojev and Isidora Bjelica Saša Milivojev IMMORTAL SHE Dedicated to my friend, Isidora Bjelica Tonight, I turned my eyes Towards star-studded skies Ever so softly God said to me That he has gifted you with immortality God’s envoy in lands of men Offering a helping hand It was you, the brave, he was to select In what you create Life and death to reflect To truth once again to light our way The Pain of the World to take away Our dungeons to illuminate Throughout the world, you wandered free The world enlightened by the spirit of thee From faces unhappy you set smiles to be free And so, by God, you deserved to be Gifted with immortality Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska Isidora Bjelica and Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew , 

Saša Milivojev : Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev AMAL In the rhythm of the Pain of the World  a song dedicated to a girl from Yemen  who died of starvation - Mother I am hungry, I am hungry momma. - Sleep now my beloved, close your eyes and see, from Jannah your father shall return to thee. Through remnants and ruins and dunes of blood seas full of dead bodies and starving sharks walked towards the sun in the skies barefoot, faint and hungry girl with teary eyes. I am hungry momma… Hungry mothers tears are trying to hide from the eyes of their children seeing mountains of bones of those who died Body covered In abaya, crucified trembling in the eye of the child Even heavens cried the bloody tears yet from brazen World not a word was heard - Daddy will not come back, Instead to him I shall go. I am not afraid to go on my own, but mother, I am too late, I know, Look at my bones, look at me, my skin they cannot carry. Bomb blasted the Yemen train ravaged the desert to deserted plain dug ou

Sasha Milivoyev / Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev A MESSAGE AFTER DEATH And I have died, in antiquity, and noone ached for me. Some rejoiced, young as I was, as I bled on the cross, drenched in blood, in agony. Not a single tear rolled down for me, when they nailed my bones to yew, the dzelats were singing sneeringly. and I was smiling, forgivingly. In that life so brief, in that cauldron of hell in the tarnished jaws I begged for love with poetry, fruitlessly. And as I have perished to all I have forgiven, soaring to Third Heaven. Into the mountains of crimson jade, Barefoot with the angels I stroll, It is raining milk and honey on the squares of the city of gold, just as it did before. Here, there is no pain and misery, resentment and poverty, fear and sin, by the beautiful streams, sweet fruits are blossoming, here, love is always waiting for you when you come to stay from far, far away. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 , 

Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THE PAIN OF THE WORLD WELTSCHMERZ  ("WORLD PAIN") In this century withal Rivers of blood still flow Bombs echo Children are being killed Heads are being severed Millions are starving Diseases are devouring And you are singing   The gallows are trembling In the valley of the fallen In the salty tears With our putrescent sores We fall prey to the crows   Our festering entrails For the starving wolves   A shattered house Little boy is weeping Over the body of his Father That forever now is sleeping   Schools Temples and bridges bleeding bloodstained wedding guests are screaming   Little white coffins Maternal howls Above Uranus Hear the painful growls Delirious poets are prattling And not a word are you uttering   They blinded you When they raped your daughter Strangled ‘er with the wire They abducted your brothers Tortured in the cellar Shattered their fingers With ferrous clubs With a saw agape their skulls Their legs wagons lacerated Their limbs

Saša Milivojev, Zanzibar, Tanzania Saša Milivojev THE STRANGER Weary of World’s Pain Stranger to the audience. Stranger in the community and the family. A stranger to one’s own mother, A shadow to one’s own shadow, A foreigner in the country of one’s own, in every land he has been in In the town he was born in Abandoned by hope in every town worldwide on every planet one could find. A worldwise vagabond, With disheartened face, targeted by murderers and madman alike Across distant deserts and seas Windbourne with no goals or dreams. Betrayed by everyone, Abandoned tranquilly “friends” fiends, He has forgiven them, Perished to the infinite Never to be back again. For noone will ache, love or forgive, man is a machine with nothing to give. All life in one suitcase unsettled, macabre soaring across dreary universe homeless, roofless, with no dreams or aim, weary of World’s pain. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoy

Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THE REJOICING SONG Grateful to the skies And the darkest nights, To the moon and stars That are my night’s lights. Morning and the Mosques That wake me unsleeping, When hopes of new victories Upon me are awakening. Through these empyrean gardens Where black gold is flowing, No wicked thoughts are growing. No sadness and hunger, Resentment and pain, Here, one can love again. In the warm desert Thirsting for love. Grateful my life, To the blue infinity of freedom To the Sun that shines the light That gilts the sands with golden flames And the Sea that hums a lullaby Whose waters rise and fall with tide. Drown the troubles, surface blessedness, Here, where every cry diminishes. Grateful to the Nature, Earth and Water For the yields, Sweet fruits, Bees on flowers, Honeyed lips, Coconut in the palms of my hands And the wild beasts That emboldened me. The compassionate And the charitable. To the seed of men, Mothers that birth Children that warm our hearts And t