Noć kad je Tisa nadošla [English translation]

July's heat burned the hay

And Tisa incredibly drained,

discover cay near tugboat,

Like it's made just for hers little foots..

Her dad was a boatman..

Half Romanian, half Hungarian..

He was never evil to me

cuz somehow, he knew that i love his daugter..

With tiny needlework

She wrote my name..blushfully

on her panties,

and under collar of her sleeping dress...barely visible...

Young reed , which you can recurve with two fingers

was hid the boat...

She was praying to the god of drought

That keeps her away from sailing.....but..........,

...That night Tisa was flooded.....

Ref.

She was wearing just a dress, sandals, a ring, and corolla made of lady's bedstraw in her hair...But still..it's not misfortune that she don't remember me..acctually, misfortune is that i remember her....

..She begged me that i wait for her...and she told me that she will remember me whole eternity...On a draft ember is languish..so, ......is there anything easier then promise something to her??...

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević