Текст и перевод песни IVČIĆ TOMISLAV - Tamo gdje sam rođen

Tamo gdje sam rođen

Tamo gdje sam rođen vole ljude
Tamo se dobra djeca jutrom bude
Tamo ih brižne majke uvijek uče
Na ljubav i mir

Tamo gdje moje misli sada plove
Drugi žive moje snove
A u dvorištu mome
Sada druga djeca igraju

Tamo gdje bijela jedra morem plove
U večeri plave kad stara zvona zvone
Tamo gdje ljudi nedjeljom na misu
Uvijek odlaze

Tamo se crven bijeli plavi vije
Tamo se pjesme pjevaju ko prije
A moja braća uvijek iste
Snove snivaju

Sad one stare pjesme i zvuci mandolina
U davne dane vraćaju
A moja pjesnička duša piše dragu pjesmu
Za moju domovinu, domovinu

Tamo gdje bijela jedra morem plove
U večeri plave kad stara zvona zvone
Tamo gdje ljudi nedjeljom na misu
Uvijek odlaze

Tamo se crven bijeli plavi vije
Tamo se pjesme pjevaju ko prije
Na djedovini mojoj
Gdje moji stari snivaju

Tamo gdje bijela jedra morem plove
U večeri plave kad stara zvona zvone
Tamo gdje ljudi nedjeljom na misu
Uvijek odlaze

Tamo se crven bijeli plavi vije
Tamo se pjesme pjevaju ko prije
A moja dobra majka i moja braća
Jos me čekaju

Where I Was Born

Where I was born people love people
That’s where good children wake up in the morning
That’s where caring mothers always teach them
About love and peace

That’s where my thoughts are drifting now
Others are living my dreams
And in my yard
Other children are playing now

That’s where white sails sail the sea
In the blue evenings when old bells chime
That’s where people go to mass on Sundays
They always go

That’s where red white and blue waves
That’s where songs are sung like before
And my brothers always have the same ones
They dream dreams

Now those old songs and the sounds of mandolins
Bring me back to those distant days
And my poetic soul is writing a dear song
For my homeland, my homeland

That’s where white sails sail the sea
In the blue evenings when old bells chime
That’s where people go to mass on Sundays
They always go

That’s where red white and blue waves
That’s where songs are sung like before
In my homeland
Where my elders dream

That’s where white sails sail the sea
In the blue evenings when old bells chime
That’s where people go to mass on Sundays
They always go

That’s where red white and blue waves
That’s where songs are sung like before
And my good mother and my brothers
Are still waiting for me