Текст и перевод песни Vice Vukov - Zvona Moga Grada

Zvona Moga Grada

Zvonila su za oluje
Zvonila su za vjencanja
Zvonila su za zivote
I za zadnja putovanja

Kao neka vjecna glazba
Nase slave, naseg jada
Zvonila su od davnina
Stara zvona moga grada

Boga su i ljude zvala
Za trabakul koji tone
Zvonila su, zvonila su
Za gromace i balkone

Skupljala su nase ladje
Kao ptice svoga gnijezda
Ko da srce majke kuca
U zvoniku ispod zvijezda

Dok spavaju stare luke
I treperi plavi svod
Zvonici su kao ruke
Koje prate bijeli brod

U kamenu nema neba
Covjek prodje tezak put
Al' su jednom kad ih trebam
Stara zvona opet tu

Pricaju nam nasu povijest
Brizno kao otac sinu
U veceri kao ova
Izlila su svu toplinu

Kao neka vjecna glazba
Kolijevki, kolonada
Slusajte ih kako zvone
Stara zvona moga grada
U kamenu nema neba
Covjek prodje tezak put
Al' su jednom kad ih trebam
Stara zvona opet tu

Pricaju nam nasu povijest
Brizno kao otac sinu
U veceri kao ova
Izlila su svu toplinu

Kao neka vjecna glazba
Kolijevki, kolonada
Slusajte ih kako zvone

Bells of My Town

They rang for storms
They rang for weddings
They rang for lives
And for the final journeys

Like some eternal music
Of our glory, of our sorrows
They rang since olden days
The old bells of my town

They called God and the people
For a trabakul that sinks
They rang, they rang
For thunder and balconies

They gathered our ships
Like birds to their nest
As if the heart of a mother beats
In the belfry under the stars

While old ports sleeps
And the blue vault shivers
Bell towers are like hands
That follow a white ship

In stone there is no sky
A man passes by a difficult path
But they once when I need them
The old bells are here again

They tell us our history
Carefully, like a father to a son
In evenings like this one
They poured out all their warmth

Like some eternal music
Cradles, colonnades
Listen how they ring
The old bells of my town
In stone there is no sky
A man passes by a difficult path
But they once when I need them
The old bells are here again

They tell us our history
Carefully, like a father to a son
In evenings like this one
They poured out all their warmth

Like some eternal music
Cradles, colonnades
Listen how they ring