Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vera Pavladoljska, artist - Arsen Dedic.
Date of issue: 31.12.1974
Song language: Croatian
Vera Pavladoljska(original) |
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? |
(translation) |
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? |