Текст и перевод песни Miroslav Škoro - Vrime

Vrime

Nas četvero s kamena,
A ravan stari šor
Ćaća i ti, sestra, ja
Voda, kruv i sol
Do večeri jesenje
Kad nam sta je sat
I s dvoje nas ostade,
Majko sirota

Vrime, vrti sve u krug
Iz kamena tilo i dušu slavonsku

Prazna kuća, nad njom spi
Misec, zarez žut
Mi majko, kad ode ti,
Svak na svoj pošli put
Sad ja imam, ka i ti,
Svoji četvero
Pa ih učim voliti
I kamen i šor

Vrime, vrti sve u krug
Iz kamena tilo i dušu slavonsku
Vrime vrti sve u krug
Lozu, poje, stine i mašklin i plug

...Čini se ka juče vrime buduće

Time

The four of us with the stone,
A flat old sor
Father and you, sister, me,
Water, bread and salt,
Until the autumn evening,
When our time came,
And out of the two of us only you,
Orphaned mother.

Time turns everything in a circle,
From the stone a body and a soul of Slavonia

Empty house, above it sleeps
The moon, a yellow slash,
Mother, when you left,
Each of us went our separate ways.
Now I have my own, like you did,
My own four,
And I teach them to love
Both the stone and the sor.

Time turns everything in a circle,
From the stone a body and a soul of Slavonia,
Time turns everything in a circle,
The vine, the wheat, the rocks and the plough.

...It seems like yesterday the future,