Tereza Kesovija "Ćakule o siromajima" lyrics

Translation to:enhrru

Ćakule o siromajima

Kažu da smo siromaji..

To slika je moga škojabez koluri, bez okvirasvuda samo sivoi svuda samo modro.

A kućica jednapala je uz more,tu živimo nas dvojesa sedmero dice i tri koze.

Već se cilin škojem pričada nimamo bome ništa.Svi nas zovu siromaji,ča imaju, od šta žive ?

Dvi-tri loze, malo vina,cvit masline, zero uja,dvi-tri koze, bokun sirato nama je drago blago ča imamo

Ref.O more, ča nježno miluješ žalti beskrajno si dobro našei radost nam svaki tvoj nosi valkad u zoru se vrate brodice.

Kažu da smo siromajial' ćakule to su samo,naše ruke vole raditi živimo zato sritno.

To slika je moga škojauvik srcu puna draga,rojena sam ovdjea ovdje ću i umrit.

I ne more ništalipše bit na svituod ovog malog škoja,ča bidan se naša' nasrid mora.

Ref.

Kažu da smo siromajial' ćakule to su samo,naše ruke vole raditi živimo zato sritno.

Kažu da smo siromaji,ćakule, al' to su ćakule !

Gossip about the poor

They say that we are the poor...

Here's the picture of my island,with no colors and without a frame.Everywhere there's only gray colorand also the blue one.

And a small houseis near the seaside.Here we two live togetherwith seven children and three goats.

And on the whole island people saythat we have nothing at all.Everyone calls us the poor:- What do they have, how do they live?

Two or three vines, a little wine,olive flower but not a drop of olive oil.Two or three goats, a slice of cheeseAnd we care about the values ​​that we have.

CHORUS:The sea is gently lapping against the shore,it's our infinite treasure.And each wave of its brings us a joy,While the boats are returning at dawn.

They say that we are the poor,but this is just gossip.Our hands like to work,and so we live happily.

Here's a picture of my island,which is so dear to my heart always.I was born here,and here I'll die.

And anything in the worldmay not be betterthan this small island,which lays in the midst of the sea.

Chorus:

They say that we are the poor,but this is just gossip.Our hands like to work,and so we live happily.

They say that we are the poor,it's chatter and it's only gossip !

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