Anton Leopold – Pijanac

Anton Leopold – The drunkard

Po ulici grada Mnogo ljudi gazi, Svaki nek na sebe Budnim okom pazi. Pijanac stropavi, Črljenoga nosa, Ruši se i ziblje Kot zbludjena osa. Udren alkoholom, Prazan žep prez novca, U džunglu grada Zabludjena ovca. On po vinu smrdi I po gadnom soku. Svaki ga pogleda Prezirom u oku. Ipak človik je on, Jedan izmed ljudstva, Ako i na strani Dostojnoga društva. I on triba koga, Ki mu pomoć more, Pravi put pokaže, Stavi mu zapore.

The streets of the city Are filled with people, But no one cares about Anyone but himself. A bedraggled drunkard, With a red nose, Walks along, swaying Like a giddy horsefly. Full of alcohol And with empty pockets, He‘s a lost sheep In the jungle of the city. His breath smells of Wine and schnapps, And the passers-by Make way for him disdainfully. But even though He’s an outcast, He’s still human And a member of society. He’s in need Of help and guidance, So that he can find his way Back to the fold.

Ptići i slavuji, 1983, str. 34-35