Paroles et traduction Matko Jelavić - Rodija Se Sin

Rodija Se Sin

U Jurice priko puta cilu noć se arči, banči i bandira vije,
Jurica se nabumbija, pa je na ponistru sija, pa se sritan smije.

Ima pršut iz Drniša, i paškoga sira ima, istarskoga vina,
Ajmo i mi, ajmo i mi, zapivati s njim

Rodija se sin, šesan, lip I fin,
Bog mu sriće da, dugo živija,
Pivaj svitu, pukni puško, rodilo se muško!
Pivaj svitu, pukni puško, rodilo se muško!

U Jurice pet je dice, same ženske mudantice, suše se u dvoru.
Sad je obraz prosvitlija, dobija je ča je tija, malu sliku svoju.

Popilo se puno vinca sve zbog jednog pišulinca, ćaćinog jedinca,
Ajmo i mi, ajmo i mi, zapivati s njim.

A Son is Born

At Jurica's, across the way, all night long arching, feasting and partying goes on,
Jurica is bursting with pride, beaming with joy as he pours drinks and laughs.

He has prosciutto from Drniš, and cheese from Pag, Istrian wine galore,
Let's join in, let's join in, and celebrate with him.

A son is born, handsome and fit,
May God bless him with a long and happy life,
Sing to the world, fire the gun, a boy has been born!
Sing to the world, fire the gun, a boy has been born!

Jurica has five children, all girls and shy, fading away in the courtyard.
Now his face is brighter, he has what he always wanted, a little image of himself.

We drank a lot of wine, all for the sake of a little one, Dad's only son,
Let's join in, let's join in, and celebrate with him.