When I was a kid

with my grandpa I would go fishing.

We would wake up around four

and rowed to where fish were,

anchored there,

throwing hooks in the sea,

sat there,

silent,

or talked.

When I caught some fish

grandpa would celebrate with me,

and would say, that devilish fish,

for god sake,

got caught finally...

It would be calm around us,

sea was shining,

rocking on silent wind

and whispering something.

Right before morning blackbirds would sing,

calling to each other...

Sun would rise behind hills,

slowly,

like it was scared

at the moment...

But one morning, when getting up was due,

there was no grandpa to call his grandson:

around house people were tiptoeing,

calming grandma,

praying to god and lighting the candles.

Another poem by Croatian poet Drago Gervais. This time it is about the relationship between grandpa and grandson. It is a very touching poem, describing how two of them were enjoying their time spent together, but also it describes the moment grandpa passed away. I hope my translation will give you some kind of picture of what it is about. Originally it was written in the local dialect, and it is impossible to translate the beauty of those words.

Thank you for watching :-)