Текст и перевод песни Miroslav Škoro - Jeleno Lijepa

Jeleno Lijepa

Jeleno lijepa ljubavi
Gdje su te duso odveli
Obecala si meni ti
Da ces mi sina roditi

Kazu mi stari cigani
U Pesti su te vidjeli
Da neces mome narucju
Jer braca to ti ne daju

Zato ljube moja bolujem
Nicemu se ne radujem
Zato ljube moja bol bolujem

Jeleno lijepa ljubavi
Po nekome napisi ti
Zbore li pravo cigani
Pisi mi kada dolazis

Jer ja ljube moja bolujem
Nicemu se ne radujem
Jer ja ljube moja bol bolujem

Da l′ su te od mene odveli
Braca ili cigani
Tuga ce zemlju pokriti
Ako se meni ne vratis

Stiglo mi pismo Jeleno
I srce mi se slomilo
U njemu pises Jeleno
Sto se to s tobom desilo

Nisu te od mene odveli
Ni braca, a ni cigani
Vec tvoje srce nevjerno
Tudjinu sto se podalo

Nisu te od mene odveli
Ni braca, a ni cigani
Vec tvoje srce nevjerno
Tudjinu sto se podalo

A ja ljube moja bolujem
Nicemu se ne radujem
Ja ti ljube moja bol bolujem

Jer ja ljube moja bolujem
Nicemu se ne radujem
Zivot kunem i umirem

Jeleno lijepa ljubavi
Zbog nas ce plakati vjekovi

Jeleno Lijepa

My Jelena, my dear love,
Where have they taken you away?
You promised me
That you would bear me a son.

Old gypsies tell me
They saw you in Budapest
That my arms will never hold you
Because your brothers won't allow it.

And so, my love, I suffer,
I find no joy in anything.
My dearest love, I ache with pain.

My Jelena, my dear love,
Ask someone to write you a letter,
If the gypsies speak the truth,
Send me word when you're coming.

For I, my love, suffer
I find no joy in anything
For I, my dear love, ache with pain.

If they have taken you from me,
Whether they be brothers or gypsies,
Sadness will cover the land
If you do not return to me.

A letter from you came, Jelena,
And my heart broke.
In it, you write, Jelena,
What has happened to you?

They did not take you from me,
Neither your brothers nor the gypsies.
But rather, your own fickle heart,
Which gave itself to a stranger.

They did not take you from me,
Neither your brothers nor the gypsies.
But rather, your own fickle heart,
Which gave itself to a stranger.

And so, my dearest love, I suffer
I find no joy in anything,
My dearest love, I ache with pain.

For I, my love, suffer,
I find no joy in anything,
I curse life and I am dying.

My Jelena, my dear love,
The ages will weep for you.