Dalmacija [English translation]

(Ivo Sivo)

Every song about Dalmatia becomes a hit,

At least in Dalmatia, and the whole of Split*

Is a blossoming branch, the Tehnobeton flower of Mediterranean*

Where the bottle collectors* wont' let you drink

On Matejuska* all you hear is: Is it empty?

Look at the mayor, all will be clear to you

The city of cashiers and stockmen

40000 (people) jobless, a new mall opening

And I come from a place where the souls leave (the body)*

Bora* blowing, carrying those seethrough freaks

Towards the sea, a house in the Babino polje*

Reflection of the face in the washbowl, reefs spattered by sea salt, crickets produce the rythms

which reduce the largest scumbs and scoundrels

into something that is too small, suddenly irrelevant

Slowly I breathe along with the island, going with the flow

Thoughts going through my brain in a normal speed

Without the crowd or noise, without the stomach acid

Far away from the dust in Split

Out here the sea is clearer than the wind

Dalmatia, Dalmatia

digidigididigidi

klap klap

digidigididigidi

klap klap

(Vojko Vrućina)

Five minutes to nine, I'm waiting, it's warming up, I'm small talking to my aunt, august, my face is melting

and it's dripping on the floor, dripping on your flip flops

Find me in the firm at the meeting, look how I discuss the business plan, my son

Come down to the parking lot in ten minutes, grandma sent some food, pork is in the foil

My dishes have AIDS, ants on the wall

carrying bits of tschevapchichi* and prpa*, hillbillies

farting on my sofa, I bought a tone of plastic cups

and you drank from a glass

Wash it! Guys consumed pictures

Now they're consuming galerries, A student drop-outs

Noses are stranded on the white beach

When the sun comes up after evening news and comes all the way to the filter, towel starts to smell like lavender

A Cypress tape cracking at Marjan*

And we laugh, pulling prancks on each nerd

at the Prokurative during Split festival

The Split sorrow, we sat at the mole

So we can make fun to every guy that sings

Like there is nothing here but the sardine swimming

And love that hurts and the sun that shines

Add a seagull and a palm tree - there's Dalmatia, sing on!

Dalmatia, Dalmatia

digidigididigidi

klap klap

digidigididigidi

klap klap

(Zondo)

Brother, cut the crap, I'm glad when Hajduk* wins

I'm glad to feel the wind in the summer

Even being here so you can threaten me

7 years of the same vine is in my liver

And I just want everyone around me to be happy

Because I want to share time with them

And I can always call them when I'll be moving away

7 years of the same smoke is in my lungs

I don't know what kind of effect it has left

But I do know the feeling of floating on the surface

And to prepare fish as I've been taught

For 7 years the same woman is before my eyes

And again I must start over in the age of 27

And who will rejuvenate me for the next seven years

If not the godess whose story is just to begin

For 7 years my shadow licks this concrete

I'm just a puppet, this town is Gepetto

And these people are all a part of me

Even if they like to think I'm not a part of them

I put the truth into the verse and you can't take that away from me/ A chronic patient with a bottle dressed in a raincoat like John Cusack/ Strolling happy through the center in the rain and thinking

How I'll never be the same again

(Vojko Vrućina)

Listen to my singing, listen to my song

About the ferry drifting and the sardine swimming

And about the love that hurts because my heart loves you

Your body that is salty like a grain of sea salt

When it it saint Duje's day I go for a walk

To the Matejuska and Sperun and when I get home

I will stuck my fork into a kilo of cooked meat

I will drink red vine with water and dancing all night, singing only

O, Dalmatia!

• Artist:Dječaci