Pesme iz Subotice

Hej, salasi, na sjeveru Backe,
U vama su pjesme Bunjevacke,

A tambura tako lijepa svira,
K’o da note par slavuja bira.

Ni svatova nigdje takvih nema
K’o kad baco cer na udaj sprijema.

(...)
K’o kad zimi snijeg salas pokrije.

Hej, Bunjevci, na sjeveru Backe,
Sacuvajte pjesme Bunjevacke.

Pjevajte ih jos puno godina,
Vasa j’ grana mala al je fina.

I lumpujte, ali po polako.
Nek se divi i nek vidi svatko.

A nek vranci pokidaju strange
Kad se krenu decki na (...).

Oh, ranches, in the North of Bácska,
The Bunjevac songs are in you,

And the tambura is played so beautifully,
As if the chords were chosen by a couple of nightingales.

Neither are wedding guests anywhere
Like when the old man prepares his daughter for the wedding.

(...)
Like when in winter the ranch is clad in snow.

Oh, Bunjevacs, in the North of Bácska,
Take care of Bunjevac songs.

Sing them for many more years,
Your tribe is small but fine.

And revel, but carefully.
You should be admired and seen by everybody.

And the black horses may tear their traces
When the lads set off for (...)

Ref.

Zaustavite Dunav
I skazaljke stare,
To je pjesma moja
I pjesma moje drage.

Nek me svuda prate
S pjesmom rujna vina
Osam tamburasa
S Petrovaradina.

Ref.

Tamburasi, svirajte mi
Divne pjesme od davnina.
Ja cu ljubit’ kose njene
I polako piti vina.

Ref.

Ref.

Stop the Danube
As well as the old clockhands,
This is my song
And the song of my sweetheart.

I should be followed everywhere
By songs of red vine
By eight tambura-players
From Pétervárad.

Ref.

Tambura-players, play me
Beautiful songs from the old times.
I will be kissing her hair
And slowly drink my vine.

Ref.

Seoska sam lola, to me svako zna.
Nema vece lole nego sto sam ja.

Seoska najveca, seoska sam lola ja.

Gde se vino pije, tu sam prvi ja.
Gde se cure ljube, tu sam opet ja.

Seoska najveca, seoska sam lola ja.

I am a country lad from Banat, and I am known for this.
There is no bolder lad from Banat than me.

I am the boldest country lad, I am a country lad from Banat.

Where vine is drunk, I am the first there.
Where girls are kissed, I am there again.

I am the boldest country lad, I am a country lad from Banat.

A za oblak mu se mjesec krio,
Sakrio mi pute.
Uzalud vam trud, sviraci,
Za drugog su dunje zute.

And the moon has hid itself behind a cloud,
It has hid my ways.
Musicians, your effort is in vain,
For the quinces are being yellow for some others.