Sa tvojih usana [English translation]

When the bell rings

On the tower beside Begova Mosque

I'll go down, go down to the garden

Just to pick the plums

You, take an ewer, a silver ewer

As if to bring some water

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And then I'll confess to you everything

I'll whisper those words,

Mmm, I love you

From your lips the heat kills

I still remember the legends of the old tribes

That people lose head for love

And are dying when they kiss

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• Artist:Crvena jabuka