Based on Montenegro 2026
Tamara Živković – Nova zora
Tale that is unknown.
It’s dire.
Legend untold,
now hear the
true story the two Grimm brothers stole.
The red riding hood,
Montenegrin gold.
(Montenegrin grandmas start chanting the tale)
…Little Dunja loves her grandpa Djordje (big Djo!)
Secret spy in the Ottoman Empire…
Grandpa Djo’s gotten a little old and ripe.
Djordje hides in Orja Luka,
long way from Gorica.
Ottomans have blown his cover,
Dunja has to help him.
She wears a hood– it’s red with two headed eagles.
Goes her way up, rocky mountains,
pine forest of Crna Gora.
…So it all starts…
**Dunja strolls happily admiring nature, but she occasionally feels the breath of someone watching her, until she hears footsteps on leaves and turns around in a sudden manner**
BALKAN LYNX: Where do you think you’re going?
DUNJA: What the fuck?
BALKAN LYNX: Lead me to that old man.
DUNJA: You are not to trust!
BALKAN LYNX: I’m a cute little kitty. A friend of his.
DUNJA: I guess you’re not a spy! It’s right after that hill, suppose that you can walk with me!
What the knez is going on, is this bitch real?
Does that cat think that I am this stupid?
I know this story and how it's meant to end
Once the night sets he will ask for
Help to work his toothbrush
Once I reach in to start brushing
He will gobble me up
No way, no way, no way, that ain't gonna happen
Cause I'm smarter, I'm a daughter
Of the wrath of Crna Gora
"Dunja, it is dark, can we rest here please?"
(Here goes)
"I need some help with my teeth"
(Really?)
I will help you brush, let me get that brush
"Thank you"
Open your mouth, here it comes...
My knife!
Slit his throat from inside out
He never saw it coming
Wore his skin as a disguise
To get to Orja Luka
"Djordje, dear grandpa, I am here now to save you"
He was dead, and so it ends
The morbid tale of Crna Gora
Crna Gora