Paroles et traduction Dalmatino - Zoven Se Jugo

Zoven Se Jugo

Negdi između neba i mora
Di se kupa misec blid
Ova beskrajna vodena pustoš
Me izbacila na hrid

Ispod zidina tvojega srca
Me dovela noć
Prid vrata na koja san kuca
Nije lako doć

Ja san vitar i zoven se jugo
Predajen ti se
Udahni me ništa ti drugo
Ne preostaje

Ka dvi stine u moru samoće
Smo pali do dna
Al' srića nas ovi put oće
A ti si mi sudbina

Pričan ti pričan
I pažljivo biran riči
Da pamet ne izgubin
A dušu ti dan na dar

Sve zlatne kadene s neba će past
Da ti okitin ruke i vrat
Ispod livoga ramena oganj od plamena čuvan
I ovi dan ti poklanjan

Ja san vitar i zoven se jugo
Predajen ti se
Udahni me ništa ti drugo
Ne preostaje

Ka dvi stine u moru samoće
Smo pali do dna
Al' srića nas ovi put oće
A ti si mi sudbina

Pričan ti pričan
I pažljivo biran riči
Da pamet ne izgubin
A dušu ti dan na dar

Sve zlatne kadene s neba će past
Da ti okitin ruke i vrat
Ispod livoga ramena oganj od plamena čuvan
I ovi dan ti poklanjan

A Young South Wind**

Somewhere between the heavens and the sea,
Where the gentle moon bathes,
This endless watery wasteland
Has cast me onto a rocky shore.

Beneath the walls of your heart,
The night has brought me here,
To the gates I now knock,
But entry does not come easy.

I am the wind, my name is the south wind,
I surrender myself to you,
Breathe me in, there is nothing else
That you must do.

As two rocks in a sea of solitude,
We have fallen to the depths,
But fortune favors us this time,
For you are my destiny.

I speak to you,
And I choose my words carefully,
So that I do not lose my mind,
And give you my soul as a gift.

All the golden chains from heaven will fall,
To adorn your hands and neck,
Beneath your smooth shoulder, a fire of flames preserved,
And this day is bestowed upon you.

I am the wind, my name is the south wind,
I surrender myself to you,
Breathe me in, there is nothing else
That you must do.

As two rocks in a sea of solitude,
We have fallen to the depths,
But fortune favors us this time,
For you are my destiny.

I speak to you,
And I choose my words carefully,
So that I do not lose my mind,
And give you my soul as a gift.

All the golden chains from heaven will fall,
To adorn your hands and neck,
Beneath your smooth shoulder, a fire of flames preserved,
And this day is bestowed upon you.