I konačno...Gejša broj 3!
Da li ste i večeras raspoloženi za devojku belog lica, rumenih obraza i usana crvenih kao pupoljak ruže?
Ako je odgovor DA, krećemo...🇯🇵🌹
And finally...Geisha number 3!
Are you in the mood for a girl with a white face, rosy cheeks and lips as red as a rosebud tonight?
If the answer is YES, here we go...🇯🇵🌹
Pod svetlom lampiona, tiho korača,
Kimono šušti, dok noć se vraća.
Belina lica — maska od snega,
Oči što kriju priču bez ega.
Under the light of the lantern, he walks quietly,
The kimono rustles as the night returns.
The whiteness of the face — a mask of snow,
Eyes that hide a story without an ego.
Usne crvene, kao pečat bola,
Osmeh što blista, a duša gola.
Ples joj je vetar, pokret bez greške,
Šapat je pesma, reč kao tren.
Lips red, like a seal of pain,
A smile that shines, and a soul that is bare.
Her dance is the wind, her movement without fail,
A whisper is a song, a word is like a moment.
Šamisen zatrepti, zadrhti tama,
Gejša ne pripada ni njemu ni nama.
Ona je umetnost, večna, daleka,
Plamen što sija, i kad ga čeka.
The shamisen blinked, the darkness trembled,
A geisha belongs neither to him nor to us.
She is art, eternal, distant,
The flame that shines, and when it waits for it.
Svet prolazi — užurban, stran,
Ona ostaje, tihi je san.
Gejša, bez imena, bez svoga lika,
Senka što pleše, i nikad ne prestaje...
The world is passing by—busy, foreign,
She remains, a silent dream.
A geisha, without a name, without her image,
A shadow that dances, and never stops...
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!
