Текст и перевод песни Dalmatino - Grdelin

Grdelin

Ja san ćaćin grdelin
Peto dite, prvi sin
U čelo me je jubija
Bilin vinom me je krstija

Kad me s dlana pustija
Visoko san poletija
U daleki i tuđi svit
Naša ženu lipu kako cvit

More, more duboko
Dabogda prisušilo
Ja san ga priletija
Skoro me ugušilo

I svaki put kad val me trisne
Moje srce za njon vrisne
Ka i grana masline kad je bura ošine
Ja još čujen one riči ćaćine

Sine moj, reče on
Nije život prista s njon
Ti nemaš puno vrimena
Uzmi ženu s našeg kamena

U proliće san prosija
U lito se oženija
Do zime san uvenija
Nisan je nimalo volija

More, more duboko
Dabogda prisušilo
Ja san ga priletija
Skoro me ugušilo

I svaki put kad val me trisne
Moje srce za njon vrisne
Ka i grana masline kad je bura ošine
Ja još čujen one riči ćaćine

Rodila je sina dva
Ka dva lipa sokola
I radija san kako crv
Ka za svoju dicu, svoju krv

Pamtin njenu zadnju rič(zadnju rič)
Bog me zove, moran ić(moran ić)
I suze tri je pustila
Za tri tića ča je jubila

More, more duboko
Dabogda prisušilo
Ja san ga priletija
Skoro me ugušilo

I svaki put kad val me trisne
Moje srce za njon vrisne
Ka i grana masline kad je bura ošine
Ja još čujen one riči ćaćine

Ja san ćaćin grdelin

Goldfinch

I am my father's goldfinch
Fifth child, first son
He kissed me on the forehead
He baptized me with herbal wine

When he let me go from his palm
I flew high
To a distant and foreign land
Our fine women are like flowers in bloom

Sea, oh sea so deep
May you dry up
I have flown over you
You almost drowned me

And every time the wave washes over me
My heart cries out for it
Like the branch of an olive tree when the storm rages
I can still hear my father's words

My son, he said
Life is no picnic
You don't have much time
Take a wife from our village

In spring I asked for her hand
In summer we were married
By winter I had withered away
I did not love her at all

Sea, oh sea so deep
May you dry up
I have flown over you
You almost drowned me

And every time the wave washes over me
My heart cries out for it
Like the branch of an olive tree when the storm rages
I can still hear my father's words

She gave birth to two sons
Like two fine falcons
And I worked hard like a worm
For my children, my own flesh and blood

Remember her last word
God is calling me, I have to go
And three tears she shed
For the three chicks she had kissed

Sea, oh sea so deep
May you dry up
I have flown over you
You almost drowned me

And every time the wave washes over me
My heart cries out for it
Like the branch of an olive tree when the storm rages
I can still hear my father's words

I am my father's goldfinch