Od djetinjstva do staračkih dana
From Childhood to Old Age
Proš'o Božić i godina Nova,odjurio i Valentin sveti,a godine na pleća se nižu,jer nam život kao strijela leti.
Christmas gone, and gone the New Year, too,and Saint Valentine has hurried past;years keep piling up upon our shoulders,for, just like an arrow, life flies fast.
Kad se sjetim svojega djetinjstvai mladosti što je sretno došla.U životu Amorovih strijela,kroz srce mi na stotine prošla.
When I think back on my childhood daysand my youth, so happy from the start,all my life, by hundreds, Amor's arrowshave gone flying straight on through my heart.
Mili Bože, ima li što ljepše?Kad se dvoje u ljubavi spoje,pa kad krvca talasa k'o more,a ti ne znaš gdje ti misli stoje.
Dear Lord, is there anything more lovelythan when two in love are joined as one,and the blood goes surging like the sea,and you don't know where your thoughts have run?
Što je lijepo uvijek kratko trajei mladost je nestala u trenu.Djeca su mi kuću popunila,pa mi snaga na posao krenu.
What is lovely never lasts for long,and in a moment youth had slipped away;children came and filled my house, and soall my strength went off to work each day.
I starački dovukli se dani,ni Amora ne sretnem k'o prije.Srce mi je kao nekad gordo,još ga starost ukrotila nije.
Now the days of old age have dragged in,and I meet Amor less, it's not the same;yet my heart is proud, as once it was:that's a thing old age has yet to tame.
Valpovo, 19.02.2010.
Valpovo, February 19, 2010