Chet Baker Is Finding His Way Towards Me
Chet Baker is finding his way towards me
though I have hid myself behind the heat
and hands are caressing me
in a room where
curtains stand guard
still
Chet Baker is easily finding his way towards me
his trumpet celebrates sleepful nights
the walks along the wide avenues
the little hotels
and their balconies
he tells me to remember
all that is happening tonight
to remember
the palms the sea her fragrances
everytime
when I think the retreat has been ordered
translated by Damir Šodan