Paroles et traduction Dalmatino - DVI Sestre Blizanke

DVI Sestre Blizanke

Ti zaželi želju, moja jedina,
Dok se svitnjaci sa neba gase u moru kraj nas,
A dvi najlipše zvizde ka' dvi sestre blizanke
Bog je svojon rukon izabra i zadija za pas.
Svojon rukon skinija pa ji' zadija za pas,
Jer je, zlato moje, ponosan na nas.

Kad dva bila konja krenu lagano u kas
Nek' nan vile noćas budu svati na ledini kraj nas,
Hej, sirota moja, praznih ruku dolazin,
Da mi srce dadeš, da te zaprosin;
Jer više vridi dobar glas, nego drugoj svilen pas,
Hej, sirota moja, nego svilen pas.

Potirat ću konje bile, nek' polete ka' dvi strile;
Neka lete ka dvi tice, priko mora do ravnice
Nek' ji' nose noge tanke...

Sviraj vitre, zlatne žice,
Za dvi sestre lipotice...
Obe lipe ka' iz bajke,
Rođene od iste majke;
Za dvi sestre, sestre blizanke...

Kad dva bila konja krenu lagano u kas
Nek' nan vile noćas budu svati na ledini kraj nas,
Hej, sirota moja, praznih ruku dolazin,
Da mi srce dadeš, da te zaprosin;
Jer više vridi dobar glas, nego drugoj svilen pas,
Hej, sirota moja, nego svilen pas.

Potirat ću konje bile, nek' polete ka' dvi strile;
Neka lete ka dvi tice, priko mora do ravnice
Nek' ji' nose noge tanke...

Sviraj vitre, zlatne žice,
Za dvi sestre lipotice...
Obe lipe ka' iz bajke,
Rođene od iste majke;
Za dvi sestre, sestre blizanke...
Obe lipe ka' iz bajke,
Rođene od iste majke,
Za dvi sestre, sestre blizanke...

Twin Sister Stars

My one and only, make a wish,
While the lighthouses extinguish into the sea by us,
And two most beautiful stars like two twin sisters
God chose with his own hand and adorned for his belt.
With his own hand, he adorned the tabernacle for his belt,
For he is, my darling, proud of us.

When two white horses start slowly in trot,
May fairies be our wedding guests tonight in the wilderness by us,
Hey, my poor thing, I come empty-handed,
To give me your heart, to ask for your hand;
For a good reputation is worth more than any other silk belt,
Hey, my poor thing, than a silk belt.

I will spur the white horses to fly like two arrows;
May they fly like two birds, across the sea to the plain
May their thin legs carry them...

Play, violin, golden strings,
For two beautiful twin sisters...
Both beautiful as if from a fairy tale,
Born of the same mother;
For two sisters, twin sisters...

When two white horses start slowly in trot,
May fairies be our wedding guests tonight in the wilderness by us,
Hey, my poor thing, I come empty-handed,
To give me your heart, to ask for your hand;
For a good reputation is worth more than any other silk belt,
Hey, my poor thing, than a silk belt.

I will spur the white horses to fly like two arrows;
May they fly like two birds, across the sea to the plain
May their thin legs carry them...

Play, violin, golden strings,
For two beautiful twin sisters...
Both beautiful as if from a fairy tale,
Born of the same mother;
For two sisters, twin sisters...
Both beautiful as if from a fairy tale,
Born of the same mother,
For two sisters, twin sisters...