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Razletela
se guska Kata
selom vesti širi
da se s bračnom ponudom
svog gusana miri.
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Bićemo u selu
al' drugom imanju
onom, čujte, bogatom
poznatom po dranju.
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Oprostite, preterah,
brbljivica pusta,
teško meni, mužić će mi
začepiti usta.
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Ali pusta ne mogade
zadugo da ćuti,
te jezik jovo-nanovo
da landara pusti.
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Na imanju tome
svega osim rada,
ništa lepše kad vam sve
sa nebesa pada.
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Imaju i poslugu,
i nas guske služe,
a sve su kao te lepotice,
šire
nego duže.
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Neki dan me gusan moj
ponovio svačim,
a ja neću fine stvari
po šoru da tlačim.
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Čuo gusan selo zviždi
na svaki njin korak,
pa upita gusku Katu
kakav je to antrak.
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Izgubila guska jezik,
pa sve u pod gleda,
čim preseče nit od abra
što selo raspreda.
English
Goose
Kata took off,spreading news through the town,
that with a marriage proposal,
she and her gander would settle down.
We’ll stay in the village,
but on another estate,
you know, the rich one,
famous for being loud and great.
Oh, forgive me, I’ve gone too far,
such a hopeless chatterer am I,
woe is me, my dear husband
will try to keep me shy.
But hopeless as I am,
I couldn’t keep quiet for long,
my tongue went on and on,
like a never-ending song.
On that estate,
everything but work is found,
nothing sweeter than when gifts
from the heavens rain down.
They even have servants,
serving us geese too,
and all of them are like parrots,
wider than they’re tall, it’s true.
The other day my gander
showered me with treats,
but I won’t flaunt fine things
parading up and down the streets.
My gander heard the village whistle
at their every single stride,
so he asked me, “Kata dear,
what’s this fuss they can’t hide?”
Goose Kata lost her tongue,
staring down at the ground,
as she cut the thread of gossip
that the village had spun around.
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