Translation of the song lyrics Juznjaci - Zdravko Colic

Juznjaci (original)

Balkoni, balkoni na suncu pozivaju
Na njima se ptice i cvijeće umivaju
Pod prozorom tvojim
Se šetam i zovem te
Ja sam tvoj momak sa juga
I ne znam šta je to tuga
Evo me s dalekih pruga
Evo me, cvijete moj
Ti i ja smo južnjaci
Po srcu pravi zemljaci
Po zvjezdama i pjesmama
Ljubav jača od vina
Prati nas k’o sudbina
K’o najljepša čarolija
Balkoni, balkoni na suncu pozivaju
Na njima se ptice i cvijeće umivaju
Pod prozorom tvojim
Se šetam i zovem te
Ja sam tvoj momak sa juga
I ne znam šta je to tuga
Evo me s dalekih pruga
Evo me, cvijete moj
Ti i ja smo južnjaci
Po srcu pravi zemljaci
Po zvjezdama i pjesmama
Ljubav jača od vina
Prati nas k’o sudbina
K’o najljepša čarolija
Ti i ja smo južnjaci
Po srcu pravi zemljaci
Po zvjezdama i pjesmama
Ljubav jača od vina
Prati nas k’o sudbina
K’o najljepša čarolija

Juznjaci (translation)

Balconies, balconies beckon in molten sunlight,
Where birds and petals bathe in spectral dew,
Beneath your window’s silent, drowsing gaze,
I wander, calling softly out for you.
I am your southern suitor, tempest-bred,
And sorrow’s language is unknown to me.
See, I have come along far-flung, iron threads,
See me—your blossom—homeward from the sea.
You and I are children of the southern wind,
At heart, true compatriots, soul-bound kin,
By constellations and by songs entwined,
Our love outlasts the ripest, richest wine.
It follows us, as fate’s unerring hand,
As if the rarest sorcery were planned.
Balconies, balconies beckon in molten sunlight,
Where birds and petals bathe in spectral dew,
Beneath your window’s silent, drowsing gaze,
I wander, calling softly out for you.
I am your southern suitor, tempest-bred,
And sorrow’s language is unknown to me.
See, I have come along far-flung, iron threads,
See me—your blossom—homeward from the sea.
You and I are children of the southern wind,
At heart, true compatriots, soul-bound kin,
By constellations and by songs entwined,
Our love outlasts the ripest, richest wine.
It follows us, as fate’s unerring hand,
As if the rarest sorcery were planned.
You and I are children of the southern wind,
At heart, true compatriots, soul-bound kin,
By constellations and by songs entwined,
Our love outlasts the ripest, richest wine.
It follows us, as fate’s unerring hand,
As if the rarest sorcery were planned.