It was really the greenest year

Of my life, young was i and near

Was god and all his angels sing

A song of innocence in woods

Where i did often walk in boots

Made of an old green dragon skin,

One day, when i was at the stream

Looking at the flowting water

I thought i heard my dead grandmother

Caling me from haeven: grandson,

Come now with me above the sun

And moon and stars and universe…

But there was only Lucifer,

My dog, barking at the golden fish,

Which had but only one stupid wish:

To eat her. Then suddenly appear

Before me a long silver spear,

Of finest metal, it glittered

Like a mirror and i saw my white

Face in that spear, white from fear,

For i knew that it belong to a knight

Which name was cruel and black as night:

It was the old Longinus, who killed

Our Lord when he was crucified.

 V krajih teh kjer rumena kopriva

in suhi plotovi

bledijo, stiskajo se v senci vrb ganljivo

majceni domovi.

Tam v poljih, za sinjo ravnino

zeleno jezero ždi,

kjer cesta peščena utira

si pot do sibirskih planin.

Izgublja se rusija bedno

v sub arktičnih pasovih,

a ni je strah, glej, z njo vred gredo

ljudje v okovih.

Vsi od njih: morilci in tatovi,

v usodo vdani,

a meni ljubi so njihovi surovi,

otožni obrazi.

Sanje nežne nosim v prsih,

v svojem srcu čist sem, dober

a, gorje, prav jaz prerezal vrat

bom nekomu, ko bo vel oktober.

In sledil jesenskim bom vetrovom

po tej poti razcapancev

z vrvjo okrog vratu

dojel bridkost bom vas izgnancev

In kadar me obesijo na visli

ne bom poslovil od sveta kot Krist se - s krikom,

a kot Baraba z nasmehom kislim,

jezik iztegnem in

Matej Krevs