Malo mi za sriću triba [English translation]

Beautiful grapes of my heart

full of his wine

but he won't come to the harvest

A bit of sea, a bit of sky

rock is blooming when he is looking at it

of course I'm blooming too, of course I'm blooming too

put a drop of love on me...

Ref.

I need a little for happines

that he calls me my beautiful one

that they say to me my gold

those beautiful lips of him

my Dalmatian fairy

the wish is squeezing in my body

without him my soul is empty

like olive without oil

There is a sky in traverse

blue stars, where it puts them

it puts them into his eyes

Ref.