Dalmacija u mom oku [English translation]

They ask me why I sing

about that sea, bura and jugo winds

they tell me that I dream

of this other promised land

They tell me to let it go

now that there is still time, now that it's still possible

as if I could wash away the rains

that old salt from my skin

I see flocks of those same birds

the same highest star

again I see hundreds of the same faces

Dalmacija is in my eye

I know she was not just mine

maybe I'm stuck in a deep dream

but she lives in thousands of colors

Dalmacija in my eye

The ask me why the stories

other people are living their lives

all the barges are untied

and all the boats from your waterfront

But somewhere churchbells are ringing

and people are taking of their hats

and while you can hear the chilidren's cries

new folk groups are being formed

REFR.

• Artist:Mišo Kovač