Indexi - Žute Dunje (traduction en anglais)
traduction en anglais
Two young were in love
For six months and a year.
When they wanted to get marry, to get marry, alas, alas,
Fiends wouldn't let them.
Beautiful Fatma falls ill,
Mother's only child,
She longed for yellow quinces, yellow quinces alas, alas,
Yellow quinces from Istanbul.
Beloved set himself off to bring
Byzantium's yellow quinces.
But he doesn't return for three years, three years, alas, alas.
Not a word, nor he appears.
Beloved returned with quinces,
Finds Fatma on a bier;
Two hundred I'll give; put her down,
Three hundred I'll give; uncover her,
Just one more time to kiss Fatma.