Текст и перевод песни Dalmatino - Croatia

Croatia

Ovi komad stine šta iz mora viri
Di se bura s jugom svadi pa se miri
To su stare kuće od tri brata
Duje, Vlaha i Donata
Koje tamo stoje vjekovima
Duje Vlaha i Donata
Koje tamo stoje vjekovima

Di na listu loze spava žensko dite
Brižno pazi na nju, stari Velebite
Njeno plavo more krv je plava
Našeg kralja Tomislava
Naših knezova i vitezova
Njeno plavo more krv je plava
Našeg kralja Tomislava
Naših knezova i vitezova

Da Bog da više ne čula oružja zvuk
Al znaj čovik je čoviku vuk
Da je Bog ima 'ćer ka šta je imam ja
Da bi joj ime Croatia

Ako kreneš gori samo par koraka
S Gornjeg Grada čut ćeš zvona svetog Marka
Nek nam blagoslovi crvenicu
Kamen more i ravnicu
S dlana pusti bilu golubicu
Da na svaku našu ljutu ranu
Stavi maslinovu granu
Znamen vječne ljubavi i mira

Da Bog da više ne čula oružja zvuk
Al znaj čovik je čoviku vuk
Da je Bog ima 'ćer ka šta je imam ja
Da bi joj ime Croatia
Da je Bog ima 'ćer ka šta je imam ja
Da bi joj ime Croatia

Da je Bog ima 'ćer ka šta je imam ja
Da bi joj ime Croatia
Da bi joj ime Croatia

Croatia

This piece of rock that sticks out of the sea
Where the north wind fights with the south wind, then they make peace
These are the old houses of three brothers
Duje, Vlaha and Donata
Who have been standing there for centuries
Duje Vlaha and Donata
Who have been standing there for centuries

Where on a grapevine leaf a female child sleeps
The old Velebit Mountains watch over her with care
Her blue sea is the blue blood
Of our King Tomislav
Of our princes and knights
Her blue sea is the blue blood
Of our King Tomislav
Of our princes and knights

May God grant that we no longer hear the sound of weapons
But know that man is a wolf to man
If God had a daughter like the one I have
I would name her Croatia

If you go up just a few steps
Through the Upper Town you will hear the bells of St. Mark
May it bless our red roof tiles
Our stone, sea and plain
Release a white dove from the palm of your hand
So that on every bitter wound of ours
It may place an olive branch
A sign of eternal love and peace

May God grant that we no longer hear the sound of weapons
But know that man is a wolf to man
If God had a daughter like the one I have
I would name her Croatia
If God had a daughter like the one I have
I would name her Croatia

If God had a daughter like the one I have
I would name her Croatia
I would name her Croatia