Malo mi za sriću triba [English translation]

Beautiful grape clusters of my heart are

Full of his vine

And he is not coming to the harvest

A bit of sea, a bit of the sky

A rock blooms when he looks at it,

How could I not too, how could I not?

Put a drop of love on me

[Refrain]

I don't need much for happiness -

For him to call me - 'my beauty',

To be told 'my precious'

By those beautiful lips of his.

My dalmatian fairy,

Desire is cramped inside the body.

The soul is dry without him

Like an olive without the oil

The soul is dry without him

Like an olive without the oil

The sky has blue stars

Inside its apron - where is it gonna put them?

It puts them inside his eyes

A bit of sea, a bit of the sky

A rock blooms when he looks at it,

How could I not too, how could I not?

Put a drop of love on me

[Refrain]