Текст и перевод песни Miroslav Škoro I Tedi Spalato - Zlatna polja moga djetinjstva

Zlatna polja moga djetinjstva

Još se sićan kad bi mati znala
Komad kruva diliti na dva
Mrvu ćaći, drugo meni dala
Njoj večera bila molitva
Mrvu ćaći, drugo meni dala
Njoj večera bila molitva

Jedne noći stigli ti pod skute
Da bi s tobom bili do vika
Ljubim zlatna polja ti i pute
Što od mene stvori čovika
Ljubim zlatna polja ti i pute
Što od mene stvori čovika

Slavonijo mom si željnom tilu
Dala kruva, vina, pisama
Tepala mi ka mater svom sinu
I sve grije zorom praštala

Boga molim Slavonijo mati
Da mi duša mirna, prije sna
Zadnju suzu u oku pozlati
Zlatom polja moga djetinjstva

Ja sam poša tražit svoju sriću
Na tvrd kamen mojih didova
Sve dok mogu palit ću ti sviću
U tebi sve moje počiva
Sve dok mogu palit ću ti sviću
U tebi sve moje počiva

Slavonijo mom si željnom tilu
Dala kruva, vina, pisama
Tepala mi ka mater svom sinu
I sve grije zorom praštala

Boga molim Slavonijo mati
Da mi duša mirna, prije sna
Zadnju suzu u oku pozlati
Zlatom polja moga djetinjstva

Slavonijo, moja zlatna mati
U tebi sve moje počiva

Golden Fields of My Childhood

I still remember when mother knew
To divide a piece of bread in two
A crumb for father, the other she gave to me
To her, dinner was a prayer
A crumb for father, the other she gave to me
To her, dinner was a prayer

One night you came under the roof
To be with you forever
I love your golden fields and paths
That made me a man
I love your golden fields and paths
That made me a man

Slavonia to my yearning body
You gave bread, wine, and letters
You nursed me like a mother to her son
And forgave me everything at dawn

God, I pray, Slavonia, mother
That my soul be peaceful, before sleep
Let the last tear in my eye be gilded
With the gold of the fields of my childhood

I went to seek my happiness
On the hard stone of my grandfathers
As long as I can, I will light a candle for you
In you, all that is mine rests
As long as I can, I will light a candle for you
In you, all that is mine rests

Slavonia to my yearning body
You gave bread, wine, and letters
You nursed me like a mother to her son
And forgave me everything at dawn

God, I pray, Slavonia, mother
That my soul be peaceful, before sleep
Let the last tear in my eye be gilded
With the gold of the fields of my childhood

Slavonia, my golden mother
In you, all that is mine rests