Takne me i sad, posli pustog vrimena,
slatka muzika tvoga imena.
Podigne se val i udre snagom svom,
slabo misto u srcu mom.

Moja jube, lipi cvite moj
satraše me ovaj nespokoj.
Rekli su da vrime liči
ali to su samo riči, bol ne prestaje.

Moja jube, lipi cvite moj,
kosa sidi, snig je već u njoj
al’ se srce žedno sriće
još ne pridaje, tuče za tebe.

Blažen bia san, ja te jubin svaku noć,
a kad svane dan ne znam di ću poć’;
nazad nemam kud, a naprid ladno je
Bog je stvara put za dvoje.

Moja jube, lipi cvite moj
satraše me ovaj nespokoj.
Rekli su da vrime liči
ali to su samo riči, bol ne prestaje.

Moja jube, lipi cvite moj,
kosa sidi, snig je već u njoj
al’ se srce žedno sriće
još ne pridaje, tuče za tebe.

Album_Doris Dragovic - Malo mi za sricu triba

English Translation

My Love, You Beautiful Flower

After a long time, the sweet song in your name
touches me even now.
The wave rises and hits with all its power
a weak place in my heart.

My love, my beautiful flower
this discomposure is destroying me.
They said that time heals
but those are just words, the pain doesn’t stop.

My love, my beautiful flower
your hair is grey, there’s already snow in it
but the heart’s thirsty for happiness
it’s still not giving up, it fights for you.

The dream was blissful, I kiss you every night,
but when the day rises I don’t know where I’ll go;
I have nowhere to return, but it’s cold to go forward
God made roads for two.

My love, my beautiful flower
this discomposure is destroying me.
They said that time heals
but those are just words, the pain doesn’t stop.

My love, my beautiful flower
your hair is grey, there’s already snow in it
but the heart’s thirsty for happiness
it’s still not giving up, it fights for you.

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