Doris Dragović – Malo mi za sriću triba

Lipi grozdi srca moga
puni vina njegovoga
a on neće doć u jemadvu

Bokun mora, bokun neba
kamen cvita kad ga gleda
a di neću ja, di neću ja
na me stavi kap ljubavi

Malo mi za sriću triba
da me zove moja lipa
da mi kažu zlato moje
lipe usne te njegove
vilo moja dalmatinska
zelja se u tilu stiska
bez njega je duša suva
kao i maslina bez ulja

U traversi nebo ima
modre zvizde di ce s njima
stavlja ih u oči njegove

Malo mi za sriću triba
da me zove moja lipa
bez njega je duša suva
kao i maslina bez ulja

English Translation

It Takes Little To Make Me Happy

Beautiful grape clusters of my heart
Full of his wine
but he wont come for the picking

A bit of sea, a bit of sky
a stone blooms when he’s looking at it
how can I not, how can I not
Put a drop of love on me

It takes little to make me happy
Him calling me – my beautiful one
Those beautiful lips of his
telling me – my precious one
My Dalmatian fairy
desire is trapped in my body
Without him, my soul is as dry
as olive without oil

In traverse, the sky has
blue stars, where can it place them
It’s putting them in his eyes

It takes little to make me happy
Him calling me – my beautiful one
Without him, my soul is as dry
as olive without oil