• Язык:
    Хорватский (Сroatian)
Источник:

Jednoj devojci

Девушке

Ne sviđa mi se vaših
Skrštenih ruku tromost,
Ni stidljiva vaša plašnja,
Ni spokojna skromnost.

Lik iz Turgenjevljevog romana,
Gordi ste, nežni i bez mana,
Ima u vama mnogo jesenje-neolujnog
Kao u aleji kad kruži lišće rujno.

Vi ne verujete nikad nikom
Dok sve ne uskladite sa svojim likom,
Vi nikad nećete krenuti nikud
Dok na mapi ne nađete put.

I taj lovac ludi vama tuđ je
Što vinuo se uz strmu stenu
I pijan od sreće i nejasne tuge
Pravo u sunce šalje strelu.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    To a Girl
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    A una joven
  • Французский
    Жорж Нива
    A Une Jeune Fille
  • Голландский
    Ари ван дер Энт
    Aan een meisje

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