Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zvono Mog Ditinstva, artist - Kemal Monteno.
Date of issue: 27.09.2016
Song language: Bosnian
Zvono Mog Ditinstva(original) |
Još se sićan starog kampanela, |
Starog zvona ča me budi svaki dan, |
Na ponistru mater bi me pela, |
Pa bi sluša kako tuče, din-don-dan. |
On je bija moja prva srića, |
Zbog njega ditinstvo bilo mi je raj, |
Zato ja se njega i sad sićan |
Kad je od mene daleko rodni kraj. |
Din-don, zvonija je stari zvon, |
Najlipše je note meni piva, |
I sad zvuk mu čujen kad san sam, |
Samo pismu dragog zavičaja znan. |
Din-don, još i danas zvoni on, |
Uvik istu pismu meni svira, |
Iz daljina dopire mu glas, |
Sritni dani, još se uvik sićan vas. |
On je bija moja prva srića, |
Zbog njega ditinstvo bilo mi je raj, |
Zato ja se njega i sad sićan |
Kad je od mene daleko rodni kraj. |
Din-don, zvonija je stari zvon, |
Najlipše je note meni piva, |
I sad zvuk mu čujen kad san sam, |
Samo pismu dragog zavičaja znan. |
Din-don, još i danas zvoni on, |
Uvik istu pismu meni svira, |
Iz daljina dopire mu glas, |
Sritni dani, još se uvik sićan vas. |
(translation) |
I still remember the old campanile, |
The old bell wakes me up every day, |
On the bottom my mother would sing me, |
So she would listen to the beating, din-don-dan. |
He was my first love, |
Because of him, my childhood was a paradise, |
That's why I love him even now |
When my hometown is far from me. |
Din-don, the chime is an old bell, |
The most beautiful is the note menu of beer, |
And now his sound is heard when I am asleep, |
Known only to the letter of the dear homeland. |
Din-don, even today he rings, |
Always plays the same letter to me, |
A voice comes to him from afar, |
Happy days, little one of you. |
He was my first love, |
Because of him, my childhood was a paradise, |
That's why I love him even now |
When my hometown is far from me. |
Din-don, the chime is an old bell, |
The most beautiful is the note menu of beer, |
And now his sound is heard when I am asleep, |
Known only to the letter of the dear homeland. |
Din-don, even today he rings, |
Always plays the same letter to me, |
A voice comes to him from afar, |
Happy days, little one of you. |