Lyrics and translation Tereza Kesovija - Dubrovačka Zvona

Dubrovačka Zvona

Ko' mi to prosipa žuku, slano i ljutu na ranu
Suza me dovoljno peče, u njoj sam gasila Grad
Povit ću ranjenu ruku i zasjat će dragulj na dlanu
Danas kad upale svijeće, molitva, prkos i jad

Kad zazvone dubrovačka zvona
I objave svome puku – mir
Sv. Vlaho skalat će se s trona
Pa s oltara na Stradun – u đir

Kad zazvone stara gradska zvona
Konavoke, raznijet će ih pjev
Ječat će od Ćilipa do Stona
Bar da načas stišaju sav gnjev

Bit će u njihovom zvuku, Konavle moje i Župa
Žubor i djetinja graja dok je kraj ognjišta – muk
Pružit će mjedenu ruku, pa ćemo krenuti skupa
Pridvorju zelenog raja, iz kog' je izagnan puk

Bells of Dubrovnik

Someone drips bitter and salty tears into my wound
My tears already burn me enough, I extinguished my city in them
I will bind my wounded hand and a gem will sprout in my palm
Today, when the candles are lit, a prayer, defiance, and misery

When the bells of Dubrovnik ring out
And announce to their people - peace
Saint Blaise will descend from his throne
And from the altar to the Stradun - in procession

When the old city bells ring out
From Konavle, their song will carry
They will resound from Ćilipi to Ston
If only for a moment, they could silence all the anger

In their sound will be my Konavle and Župa
The murmur and the chatter of children while silence reigns by the hearth
They will extend a honeyed hand, and we will set out together
To the forecourt of the green paradise, from which the people were evicted