They ask me why I sing
about that sea, bura and jugo winds
they tell me that I dream
of this other promised land
They tell me to let it go
now that there is still time, now that it's still possible
as if I could wash away the rains
that old salt from my skin
I see flocks of those same birds
the same highest star
again I see hundreds of the same faces
Dalmacija is in my eye
I know she was not just mine
maybe I'm stuck in a deep dream
but she lives in thousands of colors
Dalmacija in my eye
The ask me why the stories
other people are living their lives
all the barges are untied
and all the boats from your waterfront
But somewhere churchbells are ringing
and people are taking of their hats
and while you can hear the chilidren's cries
new folk groups are being formed
REFR.