Veseljko [English translation]

She loves metaphors, when words are arranged nicely,

Compositions that drive through prose landscapes,

Phrases that flow and gurgle like a stream,

Sentences that sound more like they're being sang than told.

The poet's verve takes her breath away,

The words of little butterflies wandering through air,

Her soul is overtaken by restlessness when I touch the stars,

I glide into the space and go on about how the man is small and how life is like a river

Maybe tonight still she will meet my... My jolly fellow!

(Chorus)

My Willie! My Lolly! He likes to play!

My jolly fellow!

My Jimmy! My Johnny! Look down, there he is!

My grinny!

My Curly!My Mickey! Look at him, the size of him!

My Cyclops! My Rocco, he looks at you with his eye.

I am contemplating...

She loves verses and figures of speech,

Different versions, comparatives, breezy structures

Her soul shivers and she stops breathing for a moment,

When emotions turn from bitter to sweet.

Assonance... Alliteration... In her mind it blends:

... Betty bought a bit of butter...*

She likes it when there is talk of meaning and death,

That whirlpool of life twists her mind,

I talk to her further about melancholy and longing, I pour more vine and say: This life is short - Why shouldn't we be happy?

And I can only think of how much I would like to stick it to her...

My jolly fellow!

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Please, don't consider me an animal,

A crude or an idiot, I'm just kidding.

I really don't know why all this, but I'm hundred percent sure:

You already think of me as an animal, a crude and an idiot,

I'm just kidding, I really don't know why you don't want to

Play around with my pole?

Because the stick is hard as a rock and it aspires to heights.

It tries hard, it shines, like a lantern in the dark!

The tooth of time nibbles it, like the sea nibbles the rocks...

If only would your teeth work for the time a short while...

My jolly fellow!

(Chorus)