Cvjet ceznje

Priroda sve je, sve sto je znala
najljepse niti u te je tkala
suncevu predju u krosnje bora
boje dragulja, u pjenu mora
a covjeku tvome sto s tobom zivi
u trenutku svakom da ti se divi
svu raskos je dala

Dalmacijo, ko blistav cvijet
caroban, lijep
ti sav si moj svijet

Kad se nad tobom rastvara nebo
oluja bijesni, a more hara
priroda nove utkiva niti
cudesnih boja, smjelijih sara
i tesko ce znati tko tu ne zivi
da covjek jos moze i kada pati,
da tebi se divi

Dalmacijo, ko blistav cvijet
caroban, lijep
ti sav si moj svijet

Dalmacijo, ti meni si sve

A flower of longing

Nature has weaved everything, everything it knew,
the most beautiful threads into you
yarn of the sun into a pine treetop
colors of jewels into the sea foam
and to your man that lives with you
to admire you in every moment
it gave all the splendor

Dalmatia, like a bright flower
magical, beautiful
you are the whole my world

When the sky opens up above you
a storm rages and sea marauds
the nature inweaves new threads
of wondrous colors, more daring patterns
and it's hard for a person who doesn't live here to understand
that a man still can, even when he suffers,
to admire you

Dalmatia, like a bright flower
magical, beautiful
you are the whole my world

Dalmatia, you are everything to me

*Dalmatia - a region of Croatia