Prayer for the fisherman
Molitva za Ribara
Meni jugo puni jidro
mene jubi ladna kiša
ruzina kad izi sidro
ne pitaj me di san iša
ja na krvi nosin mrižu
a na provi galeba
kletve tvoje sad me stižu
a nisan to zaslužija
upalit će težaci sviću
za putnika i ribara
pomoli se za moju sriću
sad kad mi je potribna
i kleknit će mladost moja
tu prid bili obraz tvoj
još jedanput budi plima
a ja bit ću škoj
nasrid skala stat će riči
ka da su od kamena
jer si škure od svog srca
za mene zatvorila
meni jugo puni jidro
mene jubi ladna kiša
ruzina kad izi sidro
nepitaj me di san iša
ja na krvi nosin mrižu
a na provi galeba
kletve tvoje sad me stižu
a nisan to zaslužija
upali će težaci sviću
za putnika i ribara
pomoli se za moju sriću
sad kad mi je potribna
Prayer for the fisherman
Southern wind fills up my sail
Cold rain kisses me
When rust ate out the anchor,
Don't ask me where did I go
I carry the driftnet in my blood
And a seagull on the front of my ship
Your curses are reaching me now
And I didn't deserve it
The farmers will light up a candle
For the traveler and the fisherman
Please, pray for my luck
Now that I need it
And my youth will kneel down
Here, in front of your white cheek
Be another high tide
And I'll be the mole
Words will stop in the middle of the stairs
Like they are made of stone
Because the windows of your heart
Are closed for me
Southern wind fills up my sail
Cold rain kisses me
When rust ate out the anchor,
Don't ask me where did I go
I carry the driftnet in my blood
And a seagull on the front of my ship
Your curses are reaching me now
And I didn't deserve it
The farmers will light up a candle
For the traveler and the fisherman
Please, pray for my luck
Now that I need it
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