Na more dođite [English translation]

In July, love is searched for

shells on the sea shore

like wages are small skirts

In me, the devil is waking

The heart is craving the sea

I have to wet my feet

Give me both of your hands

we'll find the old ports

where we set sail

In winter, it is sad here

take me somewhere south

from Bara to Pula, it's the same

Come (you all) to the sea, there are no pirates

and only the wine knocks you off your feet

Come (you all) to the sea, there are no sharks

but still, swim (you all) near the shore