PRIDA BI SE MANDOLINI

Prida bi se mandolini,
nek me Dalmacijom prodje,
da mi dusa, srce, tilo
poput mora kraju dodje.
Da mi dusa, srce, tilo
poput mora kraju dodje.

Dalmacijom nek me mandolina prodje,
zvuci njenih zica meni u san dodje,
nek me note njene poput vile nose,
priko mora skoji,
priko sve lipote.

Bili kamen sto me zove,
modro more sto me mami,
ka sto zvuci mandoline
pale svjetlo i u tami.
Ka sto zvuci mandoline
pale svjetlo i u tami.

Nek andjeli tebe prate
i dobre vile neka te nose
vjerne ljube, njenoj ruci,
dalmatinskoj rodnoj luci.

Dalmacijom nek me mandolina prodje,
zvuci njenih zica meni u san dodje,
nek me note njene poput vile nose,
priko mora skoji,
priko sve lipote.

Dalmacijom nek me mandolina prodje,
zvuci njenih zica meni u san dodje,
nek me note vode
priko sve lipote,
u srici i bolu,
Dalmacijo moj zivote.

I'd surrender myself to mandolin,
let it walk me through Dalmatia,
so that my soul, heart and body
come to an end like the sea.
So that my soul, heart and body
come to an end like the sea.

Let mandolin walk me through Dalmatia,
may the sounds of her strings
come into my dream,
may her notes
carry me like a fairie,
past the sea of islands,
past all the beauty.

White stone that is calling me,
blue sea that is luring me,
they like the sounds of mandolin
light up the darkness.
They like the sounds of mandolin
light up the darkness.

May angels accompany you,
and may good fairies carry you
to your faithful darling, to her hand,
to Dalmatian's home port.

Let mandolin walk me through Dalmatia,
may the sounds of her strings
come into my dream,
may her notes
carry me like a fairie,
past the sea of islands,
past all the beauty.

Let mandolin walk me through Dalmatia,
may the sounds of her strings
come into my dream,
may the notes guide me
past all the beauty,
in happiness and pain,
Dalmatia, my life.