'In a Glass Bottle' (English version)

Time carries us like a river carries stones—

to deeper waters, to murkier tones.

Every moment slips by, the shore fades away,

where we were children, where youth chose to stay.

Each heartbeat is a story carved in stone,

a forgotten shadow, a mark left alone.

In fields of memory, a lone rider rides,

guarding old dreams, past fears he hides.

And in hands where we’re like grains of sand,

we slip through their grasp, like applause unmanned.

In our hearts remains an everlasting mark—

the light of a moment, life’s threshold stark.

Like nature, we weave our circles in time,

we pass, we vanish, yet again we climb.

Each autumn, a passage; in spring, a bloom,

the sun’s silent clock spins our eternal loom.

A. Filipan, za VI. festival poezije „Ban Josip Jelačić“, nagrada „Konjanik“