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Ljudmila (Noc kad je Tisa nadosla)

Spalio je juli seno
A Tisa nezapamćeno opala
I otkrila sprud kraj šlepa
Ko stvoren za njena lepa stopala
Stari joj je bio lađar
Polu Rumun, polu Mađar, besni ker
A prema meni nikad zao
Nekako je znao da mu volim kćer
Bodom sitnim kao prezla
Moje ime je izvezla stidljivo,
Plavim koncem na gaćice
I pod karner spavaćice
Jedva vidljivo
Skrila čamac mlada trska
Koju možeš sa dva prsta poviti
Molila se Bogu Suše
Da što duže ne da im otploviti
Tu noć je Tisa nadošla
A na njoj nošnja raskošna
Samo sandalice, prstenčić
I u kosi venčić od ivanjskog cveća
Pa ipak, nije nesreća
što me se ona ne seća
Ma kakvi,
Nesreća je što se ja nje sećam
Nastavila voda rasti
Nije htela naglas kasti, a znala je
Drugo jutro sve po starom
Al' nikad da slađe garov zalaje
Zaklela me da je čekam
Da će me se cela veka sećati
Na promaji žar malakše...
Ima l' ista lakše neg' obećati?
Noć kad je Tisa nadošla...
Na njoj nošnja raskošna
Samo sandalice, prstenčić
I u kosi venčić od ivanjskog cveća
Ne, stvarno, nije nesreća
što me se ona ne seća
Ma kakvi,
Nesreća je što se ja nje sećam

Ljudmila (The Night the Tisa River Flooded)

July has burned the hay
But the Tisa River has fallen to an unseen low
And revealed a shallow by the pier
As if created for her beautiful feet
Her father was an old ferryman
Half Romanian, half Hungarian, a furious drunk
But never cruel to me
Somehow he knew I loved his daughter
With stitches fine as frost
She embroidered my name, shyly
In blue thread on her bloomers
And under her sleeping gown
Barely visible
Young reeds concealed the boat
Which you could bend with two fingers
She prayed to the god of Drought
That he wouldn't let them sail away any longer
That night the Tisa River flooded
And she wore a sumptuous gown
Only sandals, a little ring
And a wreath of Midsummer flowers in her hair
And yet, it's not a tragedy
That she doesn't remember me
Oh, what am I saying,
The tragedy is that I remember her
The water kept rising
She didn't want to get too loud, but she knew
By the next morning, everything was back to normal
But the dogs never barked more sweetly
She made me swear that I would wait for her
That she would remember me for the rest of her life
The fire burns lower in the draft...
Is it any easier than promising?
The night the Tisa River flooded...
And she wore a sumptuous gown
Only sandals, a little ring
And a wreath of Midsummer flowers in her hair
No, really, it's not a tragedy
That she doesn't remember me
Oh, what am I saying,
The tragedy is that I remember her