Vera Pavladoljska - Arsen Dedic

Udvarao sam se nepoznatoj devojci

U kanjonu Tare kod Kolašina

Govorio istine na svim jezicima

Žario i palio da ih poveruje

A sećao sam se da si mi najkrupnije laži

Verovala

Vera Pavladoljska

Pevao je slavuj sa grlom grlice

U zavičaju me jedno drvo na te potsećalo

Hvalio sam se da si luda za mnom

Cela plaža da ti se uzalud udvara

Kako te teram da ideš iz glave

I kako nećeš

Vera Pavladoljska

Ronio u najdublje, bežao u šume

Da te glasno zovem, da niko ne čuje

Bio sujeveran, molio prolaznike

Da te ne zamišljaju, da te ostave na miru

Čeznuo da ceo dan prolaziš kraj mene

A da se ne okrenem

Vera Pavladoljska

Po nevremenu ja sam lovio na ruke

Med zlatnih meridijana u vodi

Opisivao oči jedne žene mesec dana

U vozovima bez reda mnoge saputnice

Ubedio da su mi sve u životu

Misleci na tebe

Vera Pavladoljska

Slovoslagači su sretni dok ovu pesmu slažu

U mrtvim i lažnim jezicima, u pogrešnim naglascima

Nekoliko država tvrdi da si njina

Ti si na svoje ime ljubomorna

Ko će uhvatiti sjaj samoglasnika

Koje ptica kuka

Vera Pavladoljska?

I was courting an unknown girl

In the canyon of Tara near Kolašin

He spoke the truth in all languages

He burned and burned to believe them

And I remembered that you were my biggest lie

She believed

Vera Pavladoljska

The nightingale sang with the throat of a turtledove

In my homeland, a tree reminded me of you

I bragged that you were crazy about me

The whole beach to court you in vain

How I make you go out of your head

And how can you not

Vera Pavladoljska

He dived into the deepest, fled into the woods

To call you out loud, so no one hears

He was superstitious, begging passers-by

Not to be imagined, to be left alone

I longed for you to pass me all day

Not to turn around

Vera Pavladoljska

During the storm, I hunted on my hands

Honey of golden meridians in water

He described the eyes of a woman for a month

Many companions on trains without order

Convinced that they were everything in my life

Thinking of you

Vera Pavladoljska

The songwriters are happy as they compose this song

In dead and false languages, in the wrong accents

Several states claim to be hers

You are jealous in your own name

Who will catch the glow of the vowel

What a bird hooks

Vera Pavladoljska?