Текст и перевод песни Oliver Dragojević - Na Kraju Vijađa

Na Kraju Vijađa

Od tvoga tista i od tvoga kvasa
Ja san naresa, evo me prid tebon.
Ka slipi putnik ča je sve obaša
I štuf se svega kripi tvojin nebon.

Od tvoje ješke i od tvoga bruma
Za mene nima slajeg da me mami;
I dok počivan nasrid tvog saluna
Rojeni škoju, napokon smo sami.

Prid tebon stojin, dil san tvoga srca,
Sve ča san steka, sve san tu iskrca;
U tvoj san mandrać, umoran ka lađa,
Spustija sidro na kraju vijađa.

Od tvoga kvasa i od tvoga tista
Ja san naresa, prova ča san moga;
A sad prid tebon dršćen poput lista
I pružan konat od života svoga.

Od tvoga kruva i od tvoje pašte
Još ćutin forcu, priman tvoju kripost.
I opet prid noć kad zasvitle laštre
Rojeni škoju, gledan tvoju lipost.

At the End of the Journey

From your dough and from your yeast
I am kneaded, here I am before you.
Like a weary traveler who has seen it all
And tired of everything, crawls under your sky.

From your echo and from your roar
For me there's no shore that beckons me;
And while I rest in the middle of your haven
Born of the island, we are finally alone.

Before you I stand, a piece of your heart,
Everything I've gained, I've unloaded here;
Into your safe harbor, tired like a ship,
I dropped anchor at the end of the journey.

From your yeast and from your dough
I am kneaded, I tried what I could;
And now before you, trembling like a leaf,
I offer the account of my life.

From your bread and from your pasta
I still feel the strength, I accept your virtue.
And again before night, when the lanterns light up,
Born of the island, I gaze at your beauty.