Paroles et traduction Dalmatino - Molitva Za Ribara

Molitva Za Ribara

Meni jugo puni jidro
Mene jubi ladna kiša
Ruzina kad izi sidro
Ne pitaj me di san iša

Ja na krmi nosin mrižu
A na provi galeba
Kletve tvoje sad me stižu
A nisan to zaslužija

Upalit će težaci sviću
Za putnika i ribara
Pomoli se za moju sriću
Sad kad mi je potribna

I kleknit će mladost moja
Tu prid bili obraz tvoj
Još jedanput budi plima
A ja bit ću škoj

Nasrid skala stat će riči
Ka da su od kamena
Jer si škure od svog srca
Za mene zatvorila

Meni jugo puni jidro
Mene jubi ladna kiša
Ruzina kad izi sidro
Ne pitaj me di san iša

Ja na krmi nosin mrižu
A na provi galeba
Kletve tvoje sad me stižu
A nisan to zaslužija

Upalit će težaci sviću
Za putnika i ribara
Pomoli se za moju sriću
Sad kad mi je potribna

I kleknit će mladost moja
Tu prid bili obraz tvoj
Još jedanput budi plima
A ja bit ću škoj

Nasrid skala stat će riči
Ka da su od kamena
Jer si škure od svog srca
Za mene zatvorila
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o

(Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o)
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o
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Prayer For Fishermen

The south wind fills my sails
The cold rain kisses me
Dawn breaks as I weigh anchor
Don't ask where I've been

I carry a net on my stern
And a seagull on my bow
Your curses now catch up to me
But I don't deserve this

The peasants will light a candle
For travelers and fishermen
Pray for my luck
Now that I need it

And my youth will kneel
Here before your fair face
Once more, let there be a tide
And I will be a rock

Among the rocks, these words will stand
As if they were made of stone
Because you are stingy with your heart
Closed to me

The south wind fills my sails
The cold rain kisses me
Dawn breaks as I weigh anchor
Don't ask where I've been

I carry a net on my stern
And a seagull on my bow
Your curses now catch up to me
But I don't deserve this

The peasants will light a candle
For travelers and fishermen
Pray for my luck
Now that I need it

And my youth will kneel
Here before your fair face
Once more, let there be a tide
And I will be a rock

Among the rocks, these words will stand
As if they were made of stone
Because you are stingy with your heart
Closed to me
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o

(Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o)
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
O, o, o, o, o