With this little piece of land
With this handful of greens1
I can go through life
With a bottle of red vine
And the mandolin song
I will be touched by the night
Where you're waiting
As you lay like a fairy
Along an aroma of white clothes
Without you, all of this
Would have gone to hell a long time ago
If I could be born
In any place
I would still choose you
And this same love
And these memories
And your pure soul
The sea, Dalmatia
And the Split song
With a small boat, three meters long
I will set off at dawn
To cast the nets and longline
With a bottle of red vine
And the mandolin song
I will be touched by the night
Where you're waiting
As you lay like a fairy
Along an aroma of white clothes
Without you, all of this
Would have gone to hell a long time ago
If I could be born
In any place
I would still choose you
And this same love
And these memories
And your pure soul
The sea, Dalmatia
And the Split song
If I could be born
In any place
I would still choose you
And this same love
And these memories
And your pure soul
The sea, Dalmatia
And the Split song
The sea, Dalmatia
And the Split song
The sea, Dalmatia
And the same love
1. green vegetables