A Bloody Fairytale 

A Bloody Fairytale by Desanka Maksimović
poem interpreted by: Jasna Petrović
Video production: Bojan Matić, Miloš Dašić
music: bensound.com
A Bloody Fairytale
It was in a peasant‚s land
in a hilly Balkans way,
that maryr‚s death died
a troop of students
in one day.
The same year
All were born,
The same way the school days went by,
The same festivities
together frequented,
against the same deceases all shot
and all died the same day.
It was in a peasant‚s land
in a hilly Balkans way,
that maryr‚s death died
a troop of students
in one day.
And fifty-five minutes
prior to deathly moments
seated was at student bench
the tiny troop
solving the same difficult assignments:
How long can a traveler
if on foot...
and so forth.
Their thoughts were brimming with
the same numbers
and their notebooks in the rucksacks
full of senseless As and Fs.
A handful of the same dreams,
of the same secrets
patriotic and romantic
they pressed to the pocket bottoms.
And it seemed to each
that for a long
for a very long time
they would run below the blue arch
until all the problems in the world
they solved.
It was in a peasant‚s land
in a hilly Balkans way,
that hero‚s death died
a troop of students
in one day.
The entire rows of boys
held their hands
and from the last school‚s class
calmly left to bloodshed
as if death was nothing.
The entire rows of comrades
the same instant ascended
to their eternal home.