5.

If I yield to the crowd’s instincts,
the Host won’t crack.
Beauty will slip out of flesh.
The spirit of reality will have
a distinct smell.
This will break what is ordinary.
Decades on my lips are trying to catch dreams
which had missed their time  
until finally their time came.

5.

5.

Če se sklonim pred instinkti množic,
hostija nič več ne poči.
Lepota zdrsne iz mesa.
Duh resničnosti diši razločno.
Ta pok razpoči vse navadno.
Desetletja na ustnicah lovijo sanje,
ki so zamudile običajni čas samo zato,
da so lahko prišle.