I've always wanted to translate this poem by Krleza. Unfortunately, his rendering of the plight of poor peasants is in a Croatian dialect I do not fully understand. The bit is, however, telling:
It has never been that bad
That we haven't some luck had
So it will not always be
That through we won't somehow see
..
petak, 29. travnja 2011.
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