Translation of the song lyrics Pisacu Joj Pisma Duga - Zdravko Colic

Pisacu Joj Pisma Duga (original)

Moj mjeseče, evo pada veče a gdje si ti
Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidiš li
Cvijeće, trava, baš sve noćas spava
Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi
Zvijezdo sjajna, koga l' noćas sanja, pitaj je
Ruke njene, čekaju li mene ili ne
Duši kaži, srcu malo slaži
Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi
Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gde se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva
Moj mjeseče, evo pada veče a gdje si ti
Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidiš li
Cvijeće, trava, baš sve noćas spava
Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi
Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gde se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva
Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gde se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva
Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gde se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva

(translation)

My moon, it's evening and where are you
Darkness everywhere, my dear alone, you see
Flowers, grass, just about everything sleeping tonight
Hey cities, where are these roads taking me?
Bright star, who is she dreaming about tonight, ask her
Her hands, whether they are waiting for me or not
Tell the soul, agree a little with the heart
Hey cities, where are these roads taking me?
I'll write her debt letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Postcards warm from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Nis
I'll send her pictures of myself
Where to see Istria, Pula
At least have something of mine
To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her
My moon, it's evening and where are you
Darkness everywhere, my dear alone, you see
Flowers, grass, just about everything sleeping tonight
Hey cities, where are these roads taking me?
I'll write her debt letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Postcards warm from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Nis
I'll send her pictures of myself
Where to see Istria, Pula
At least have something of mine
To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her
I'll write her debt letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Postcards warm from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Nis
I'll send her pictures of myself
Where to see Istria, Pula
At least have something of mine
To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her
I'll write her debt letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Postcards warm from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Nis
I'll send her pictures of myself
Where to see Istria, Pula
At least have something of mine
To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her