| Daleko je moja kuća
| My house is far away
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| Bijela kafa i pogača vruća
| White coffee and hot cake
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| Na ormaru dunja žuta
| Quince yellow on the closet
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| Koliko je mirisala puta
| How many times she smelled
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| Na ormaru dunja žuta
| Quince yellow on the closet
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| Koliko je mirisala puta
| How many times she smelled
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| Daleko je moj mali zamak
| My little castle is far away
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| U avliji još miriše zambak
| The courtyard still smells of castle
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| Ali nema nikog da ga bere
| But there is no one to pick it up
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| Nema nikog da mu sofru stere
| There is no one to steal his sofa
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| Ali nema nikog da ga bere
| But there is no one to pick it up
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| Nema mene da mi sofru stere
| There is no me to steal my sofa
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| I noćas sama mati stara
| And tonight the mother herself is old
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| S čet'ri zida razgovara
| He talks to four walls
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| Sklapa ruke, sklapa oči
| He folds his arms, closes his eyes
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| I umire u samoći
| And he dies in solitude
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| Imala je jednog sina
| She had one son
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| Njemu draža bi tuđina
| He would prefer a stranger
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| Njemu tuđe biješe slađe
| To him, someone else's was sweeter
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| I što traži to i nađe
| And what he seeks, he finds
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| Njemu tuđe biješe slađe
| To him, someone else's was sweeter
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| I što traži to i nađe
| And what he seeks, he finds
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| Imala je samo jednu želju
| She had only one wish
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| Da ga vidi dok je živa
| To see him while she's alive
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| Da ga ranom zorom budi
| To wake him at dawn
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| Teško njemu od Boga i ljudi
| Woe to him from God and men
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| Da ga ranom zorom budi
| To wake him at dawn
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| Teško meni od Boga i ljudi
| Woe to me from God and men
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| I noćas sama mati stara
| And tonight the mother herself is old
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| S čet'ri zida razgovara
| He talks to four walls
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| Sklapa ruke, sklapa oči
| He folds his arms, closes his eyes
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| I umire u samoći | And he dies in solitude |