Paroles et traduction Dalmatino - Cvit Od Kamena

Cvit Od Kamena

Ispod zlatnih oblaka plovi duga šarena
More valove po žalu proliva
Svaka dva, tri koraka stoji kuća kamena
Mater mušku dicu glasno doziva

To je zemja čovika, more mu je posteja
Liston smokve zelene se pokriva
Ima srce diteta, pogled mu je kopriva
Tu iz mora raste cvit od kamena
Tu san rođen ja

I da Bog za me nacrta ženu
Kakvu san čeka
Neka je crta ka posljednju želju
Ja bi mu reka

Bila bi zjenica u najlipšen oku
Najlipša zvizda na nebu visoku
Bila bi ka, bila bi ka Dalmacija

Tu se igra partija, trešeta i briškula
Di god jake karte nisu isti zog
To na mojin rukama, rađa se u mukama
Moja zemja nek je čuva dragi Bog
Nek je čuva Bog

I da Bog za me nacrta ženu
Kakvu san čeka
Neka je crta ka posljednju želju
Ja bi mu reka

Bila bi zjenica u najlipšen oku
Najlipša zvizda na nebu visoku
Bila bi ka, bila bi ka Dalmacija

I da Bog za me nacrta ženu
Kakvu san čeka
Neka je crta ka posljednju želju
Ja bi mu reka

Bila bi zjenica u najlipšen oku
Najlipša zvizda na nebu visoku
Bila bi ka, bila bi ka Dalmacija
Bila bi ka, bila bi ka Dalmacija

Flower From a Stone

Under the golden clouds, a rainbow sails
The sea spills its waves onto the shore
Every two or three steps, there's a stone house
A mother loudly calls to her male children

This is the land of man, the sea is his hearth
Fig leaves cover themselves in green
It has the heart of a child, its gaze is a nettle
Here from the sea grows a flower from a stone
This is where I was born

If God were to draw a woman for me
The one I await
Let her features be drawn with my last wish
I would tell him

She would be the pupil in the most beautiful eye
The most beautiful star in the highest sky
She would be like, she would be like Dalmatia

Here they play card games, trešeta and briškula
Where strong cards aren't always the same suit
That in my hands, is born in pain
May God watch over my land
May God watch over it

If God were to draw a woman for me
The one I await
Let her features be drawn with my last wish
I would tell him

She would be the pupil in the most beautiful eye
The most beautiful star in the highest sky
She would be like, she would be like Dalmatia

If God were to draw a woman for me
The one I await
Let her features be drawn with my last wish
I would tell him

She would be the pupil in the most beautiful eye
The most beautiful star in the highest sky
She would be like, she would be like Dalmatia
She would be like, she would be like Dalmatia