Beautiful grapes of my heart
full of his wine
and he won't come to pick them
A bit of sea, a bit of sky
rock is blooming when he's looking at it
of course I'm blooming too, of course I'm blooming too
Put on me the drop of love
Ref.
I don't need a lot for happiness
it's enough to call me my beautiful one
I want them to say 'my gold'
those beautiful lips of his
my dalmatian fairy
The wish is squeezing in my body
without him my soul is dry
as olive without oil
In traverse the sky has
blue stars, where will it put them
it puts them in his eyes