AJDEMO JUBE

U rodno misto ritko ja navratim,
u staru kucu di zivi moja mati,
u postelji praznoj,
sama bez svog druga,
ceka mati moja,
ne prolazi tuga.
Na kucnom pragu
di me ceka mati moja,
cesto je stisnem na nidra svoja,
poljubin oci, oci moje majke,
pa se sitin price nje i moga pape.
Poljubin oci, oci moje majke,
pa se sitin price
nje i moga pape.

Ajdemo jube, jube moja mila,
prokleta ova nasa sirotinja,
ajdemo tamo u dalek bili svit,
volit cu te slipo, zate i umrit.
Za siromaja pojdi moja jube,
on ce te slidit dok svita ne bude.
Slidit do kraja, s tobom sve do raja,
pojdi jube moja za svog siromaja.

Jos svake noci kroz godine u samoci
gori svica kad ce pape doci,
da ti kaze jube moja mila,
jube, srico, zlato, cvite iz Djardina.
Da ti kaze jube moja mila,
duso duse moje
cvite iz Djardina.

Ajdemo jube, jube moja mila,
prokleta ova nasa sirotinja,
ajdemo tamo u dalek bili svit,
volit cu te slipo, zate i umrit.
Za siromaja pojdi moja jube,
on ce te slidit dok svita ne bude.
Slidit do kraja, s tobom sve do raja,
pojdi jube moja za svog siromaja.
Slidit do kraja, s tobom sve do raja,
pojdi jube moja
za svog siromaja.
Ajdemo jube, jube moja mila.

English translation:

Rarely I come to my birth town,
to the house where my mother lives,
in an empty bed,
alone without her companion,
my mother waits,
sadness doesn't go away.
On a threshold where my mother awaits me,
I often hold her close to my chest,
I kiss the eyes, the eyes of my mother
and remember the story of her and my dad.
I kiss the eyes, the eyes of my mother
and remember the story
of her and my dad.

Come on, love, my sweet love,
damned be our poverty,
let's go there into the wide white world,
I'll love you blindly, even die for you.
Come along your poor guy, my love,
he'll follow you till the last day,
follow till the end, all the way with you,
come on, my love, along your poor guy.

Every night, through the years in loneliness,
the candle burns for dad to come,
to say to you 'my sweet love, my happiness,
sweetie, my rose from the garden',
to say to you 'my sweet love, soul of my soul,
my rose from the garden'.

Come on, love, my sweet love,
damned be our poverty,
let's go there into the wide white world,
I'll love you blindly, even die for you.
Come along your poor guy, my love,
he'll follow you till the last day,
follow till the end, all the way with you,
come on, my love, along your poor guy.
follow till the end, all the way with you,
come on, my love,
along your poor guy.
Come on, my love,
my sweet love.