Текст и перевод песни Pro Arte - Vratija Se Barba Iz Amerike

Vratija Se Barba Iz Amerike

Barba, vratija si se! A di si bija?
A, bi san u Ameriku
Ima san ti ja tamo grosse novce
Cadillace i dolare
Al' ti ja najviše volin Split i rivu

Još sam bija mali kad otiša je on
Trbuhon za kruhon, ostavija dom
I poša je daleko, u neki novi svit
Reka da će doći ponovo u Split
Jednog lipog dana poša' san u grad
Negdi nasrid rive izgubija san dah
Ajme, majko moja, ide barba naš
Čude li se svi to njemu baš

Vratija se barba iz Amerike
Pa se šeta cili dan po rivi
Zataka je garifule velike
Pa se cili Split sad njemu divi
Vratija se barba iz Amerike
Pa mu ravan više ni'ko nije
Nataka je i očale velike
Gleda lipe cure ka i prije

Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye

Jednog lipog dana poša' san u grad
Negdi nasrid rive izgubija san dah
Ajme, majko moja, ide barba naš
Čude li se svi to njemu baš

Vratija se barba iz Amerike
Pa se šeta cili dan po rivi
Zataka je garifule velike
Pa se cili Split sad njemu divi
Vratija se barba iz Amerike
Pa mu ravan više ni'ko nije
Nataka je i očale velike
Gleda lipe cure ka i prije

Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye

Return of the American Uncle

Uncle, you're back! Where have you been?
Ah, I've been in America
I have a lot of money over there
Cadillacs and dollars
But I love Split and the Riva the most

I was still a little boy when he left
Belly for bread, he left home
And went far away, to a new world
He said he would come back to Split someday
One beautiful day I went to the city
Somewhere in the middle of the Riva, I lost my breath
Oh my God, it's our uncle
Everyone is wondering who he is

My uncle has returned from America
And now he walks all day long on the Riva
He wears big carnations
And now all of Split admires him
My uncle has returned from America
And now he's unmatched
He wears sunglasses and big glasses
He looks at pretty girls like before

Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye

One beautiful day I went to the city
Somewhere in the middle of the Riva, I lost my breath
Oh my God, it's our uncle
Everyone is wondering who he is

My uncle has returned from America
And now he walks all day long on the Riva
He wears big carnations
And now all of Split admires him
My uncle has returned from America
And now he's unmatched
He wears sunglasses and big glasses
He looks at pretty girls like before

Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye, bye
Bye, Bye, bye Chicago, bye