Paroles et traduction Ivo Pattiera - Kako Je U Starom Kraju

Kako Je U Starom Kraju

Preda mnom su, još ih vidim
Polja pusta, polja draga
Kad putujem danju, noću
Od New Yorka do Chicaga

Preda mnom su znana lica
Vinogradi i gromače
U daljinu leti ptica
Sve mi ona mjesta znače

Koga sretnem, svakog pitam
Da ne lutam, da ne skitam

Kako je u starom kraju?
Da l' je teško ili lako?
Lijepo mi je tamo bilo
Kad će opet biti tako?

Kako je u starom kraju?
Mnogo već se ljeta broji
Kako je u zavičaju?
Kažite mi, ljudi moji

Da l' me igdje pamte, znaju?
Kako je u starom kraju?
Da l' me igdje pamte, znaju?
Kako je u starom kraju?

Preda mnom su bor i kamen
Smijeh i pjesma nasrid pjace
Udar bure, miris mora
Sve nevere, sve bonace

Preda mnom su znana lica
Vinogradi i gromače
U daljinu leti ptica
Sve mi ona mjesta znače

Koga sretnem, svakog pitam
Da ne lutam, da ne skitam

Kako je u starom kraju?
Da l' je teško ili lako?
Lijepo mi je tamo bilo
Kad će opet biti tako?

Kako je u starom kraju?
Mnogo već se ljeta broji
Kako je u zavičaju?
Kažite mi, ljudi moji

Da l' me igdje pamte, znaju?
Kako je u starom kraju?
Da l' me igdje pamte, znaju?
Kako je u starom kraju?

My Old Country

Before me are, I still see them,
Desolate fields, dear fields
When I travel day and night
From New York to Chicago

Before me are familiar faces
Vineyards and vineyards
A bird flies into the distance
All these places mean something to me

I ask everyone I meet,
Lest I get lost or wander aimlessly

How are things in my old country?
Is it difficult or easy?
I had such a beautiful time there
When will it be like that again?

How are things in my old country?
Many years have passed already
How is it in my homeland?
Tell me, my dear

Do they remember me anywhere, do they know me?
How are things in my old country?
Do they remember me anywhere, do they know me?
How are things in my old country?

Before me are pine and stone
Laughter and song in the town square
The roar of the storm, the smell of the sea
All the storms, all the calms

Before me are familiar faces
Vineyards and vineyards
A bird flies into the distance
All these places mean something to me

I ask everyone I meet,
Lest I get lost or wander aimlessly

How are things in my old country?
Is it difficult or easy?
I had such a beautiful time there
When will it be like that again?

How are things in my old country?
Many years have passed already
How is it in my homeland?
Tell me, my dear

Do they remember me anywhere, do they know me?
How are things in my old country?
Do they remember me anywhere, do they know me?
How are things in my old country?