Čežnja / Longing

Vice Vukov

(Yugoslavia 1965)

 

Šumi, šumi more pjenom bijelom dok nemirni val
Donosi svaki put odjeke sjećanja
Odjeke maštanja na ovaj žal, tihi žal

Tiho šumi, šumi more kao nekad u danima sna
Kad smo na pješčanom tlu umorni zaspali
Zaspali tu, tu na tlu vreloga juga

Oh... pričaj, more, pričaj meni ti
O svitanju jutra moje čežnje za njom

Tiho šumi, šumi more k'o da želi da ispriča sad
Šapatom ćutanja sve o jednoj ljubavi
Rođenoj tu, tu na tlu vreloga juga

Oh... pričaj, more, pričaj meni ti
O svitanju jutra moje čežnje za njom
Moje duboke čežnje za njom

The sea rustles with white foam while the wave
Brings every echo of memories
Echoes of fantasy to this quiet shore

The sea silently rustles like in the days of dream
When we fell asleep on the warm sand
Feel asleep on the ground of the hot south

Oh, speak sea, speak to me
Of the dawn of the morning of my longing for her

The sea rustles quietly as if it wants to speak
With the whisper of silence about a love
Born here on the ground of the hot south

Oh, speak sea, speak to me
Of the dawn of the morning of my longing for her
My deep longing for her


Translation supplied by Noah Bajric (http://www.eurobosnia.com/)