Текст и перевод песни Miroslav Škoro - Ej, Salasi

Ej, Salasi

Ej, salaši, na sjeveru Bačke.
U vama su pisme bunjevačke.
A tambura, tako lipo svira,
K'o da note par slavuja dira.

Ni svatova nigdi takvi' nema,
K'o kad baćo kćer na udaj' sprema.
Na snaši se bili šlajer vije,
K'o kad zimi snig salaš pokrije.

Ej, bunjevci, na sjeveru Bačke.
Sačuvajte pisme bunjevačke.
Pivajte ih još puno godina,
Vaša j' grana mala al' je fina.

I lumpujte, al' lipo polako,
Nek se divi i nek vidi sva'ko,
Pa nek vranci pokidaju štrange,
Kad se krenu momci na vašange

Oh, Salaši

Oh, salaši, in the north of Bačka.
In you are Bunjevac letters.
And the tambourine, plays so beautifully,
As if the notes touch the glory of a nightingale.

There are no guests anywhere like this,
When Dad prepares his daughter for marriage.
A white veil flutters on the bride,
Like snow covering the cottage in winter.

Oh, Bunjevci, in the north of Bačka.
Preserve the Bunjevac letters.
Sing them for many years to come,
Your branch is small, but it is fine.

And party, but do it slowly,
Let everyone admire and see,
And let the horses break the ropes,
When the boys go to the vašange.