Gledao sam te sinoæ. U snu. Tužnu. Mrtvu.
U dvorani kobnoj, u idili cvijeæa,
Na visokom odru, u agoniji svijeæa,
Gotov da ti predam život kao žrtvu.

Nisam plako. NIsam. Zapanjen sam stao
U dvorani kobnoj, punoj smrti krasne,
Sumnjajuæi da su tamne oèi jasne
Odakle mi nekad bolji život sjao.

Sve baš, sve je mrtvo: oèi, dah i ruke,
Sve što oèajanjem htjedoh da oživim
U slijepoj stravi i u strasti muke,

U dvorani kobnoj, mislima u sivim.
Samo kosa tvoja još je bila živa,
Pa mi reèe: MIruj! U smrti se sniva.

A.G Matoš[/i]

.... eto nick kad si veæ spomenuo Cave-a ....

Into My Arms

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms.