Lipi grozdi srca mogapuni vina njegovogaa on neće doć u jemadvu
Bokun mora, bokun nebakamen cvita kad ga gledaa di neću ja, di neću jana me stavi kap ljubavi
Ref.Malo mi za sriću tribada me zove moja lipada mi kažu zlato mojelipe usne te njegovevilo moja Dalmatinskaželja se u tilu stiskabez njega je duša suvakao i maslina bez ulja
U traversi nebo imamodre zvizde di će s njimastavlja ih u oči njegove
Ref.
Beautiful grapes of my heartfull of his wineand he won't come to pick them
A bit of sea, a bit of skyrock is blooming when he's looking at itof course I'm blooming too, of course I'm blooming tooPut on me the drop of love
Ref.I don't need a lot for happinessit's enough to call me my beautiful oneI want them to say 'my gold'those beautiful lips of hismy dalmatian fairyThe wish is squeezing in my bodywithout him my soul is dryas olive without oil
In traverse the sky hasblue stars, where will it put themit puts them in his eyes