Translation of the song lyrics Kuma - Severina

Kuma (original)

Kakva šteta što sam zauzeta
Pa će s drugom da ti cvjeta cvijeće u proljeće
A ja ću i kad puše, i kada sija sunce
Pamtit' naše zimske suze i ljetne poljupce
I zato ne mislim da ostarim, dok ne oženim te s drugom
Dok kolo ti ne zaigram i pozdravim se s tugom
Novci, zlato, muzika, sve to vam je od kume
Rado me se sjećate dok listate albume
Sve od kume, sve od kume
Kad pred Bogom vas zakunem
O, kakva šteta što dva smo svijeta
Pa ćeš ti po ovom jednom s drugom hodati
A ja prežaliti neću do kraja tužnu sreću
Što u ovom je životu nismo imali
I zato ne mislim da ostarim, dok ne oženim te s drugom
Dok kolo ti ne zaigram i pozdravim se s tugom
Novci, zlato, muzika, sve to vam je od kume
Rado me se sjećate dok listate albume
Sve od kume, sve od kume
Kad pred Bogom vas zakunem
I zato ne mislim da ostarim, dok ne oženim te s drugom
Dok kolo ti ne zaigram i pozdravim se s tugom
Novci, zlato, muzika, sve to vam je od kume
Rado me se sjećate dok listate albume
Sve od kume, sve od kume
Kad pred Bogom vas zakunem

Kuma (translation)

What a shame I'm busy
So with another, your flowers will bloom in the spring
And I will when it blows and when the sun shines
Remember our winter tears and summer kisses
And that's why I don't think I'm getting old until I marry you to someone else
Until I play your round and say goodbye with sadness
Money, gold, music, it's all from your godfather
You fondly remember me flipping through albums
Everything from the godmother, everything from the godmother
When I swear before God
Oh, what a pity we are two worlds
So you will walk on this one with the other
And I will not regret the sad happiness to the end
What we didn't have in this life
And that's why I don't think I'm getting old until I marry you to someone else
Until I play your round and say goodbye with sadness
Money, gold, music, it's all from your godfather
You fondly remember me flipping through albums
Everything from the godmother, everything from the godmother
When I swear before God
And that's why I don't think I'm getting old until I marry you to someone else
Until I play your round and say goodbye with sadness
Money, gold, music, it's all from your godfather
You fondly remember me flipping through albums
Everything from the godmother, everything from the godmother
When I swear before God