Lepa Protina kći [English translation]

I was still quite young, hunting the waterbirds when the beautiful prota's* daughter came for a swim.

She had no idea I was there, watching her in secret through the reed and sedges, and the night had fallen over the river like a cloak.

The moon was smouldering above the willow trees, a swarm of stars silvering in the sky and drops of water, like pearls, radiating all over her.

Oh, my crazy heart and crazy dreams, all of my friends were becoming lads already and I wanted only her, beautiful prota's daughter.

A strange song ringing across the road, that winter the wedding party came for her, from afar, some folks very foreign to me. And I was just passing by our street, the first snow was falling...And every now and then I still hear the jingle bells that are taking her away, who knows where...

In no hurry to get married, I remained a bachelor till now, you see, and I never met the beautiful prota's daughter again.

A life of peace and quiet, sometimes I toss a card or write a verse, things are happening and I stay out of it.

I kiss good ones and kiss the easy ones, some are "the one" and some aren't, and they all are fairies and they all are Queens, and all are irrelevant in comparison to her.

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Pub (1982)