I hadn’t shaved yet,
already enjoyed life,
when I headed towards my uncle’s
down the old road to Ilidza
Luck or a miracle, whatever it is,
if it only had happened earlier,
waving, a girl is calling me,
she says she’s Hungarian.
Ref:
Come on, come on, tell me,
may you live long, how come you are here?
Come on,
(she’s) sweet like a bonbon.
I’m not made of stone,
when she touched my shoulder,
I asked: “Girl, what is this about?”
She says, she’s looking for the road to Mostar.
I don’t know if she fell in love,
she kissed me wildly,
when I headed towards my uncle’s,
down the road to Ilidza.