Stambol Pešta Bečlija [English translation]

When I was a soldier

I had a company of friends

A man to a man

I'd give an arm for each of them

I had a friend

In central Sinjska Krajina

Wine, chard, prosciutto,

Talking never ends

Be it Istanbul, Budapest or Vienna,

All people here are the same

Istanbul, Budapest or Vienna,

All people here are good

I had a friend

Down over the Vardar

He was all soul

We were joined together by mastika

I had a budy

Up under Višnjik,

We ate meze for two days

Slivovitz opens up the soul

Be it Istanbul, Budapest or Vienna,

All people here are the same

Istanbul, Budapest or Vienna,

All people here are good

I had a bro

Somewhere near Bečej

He was soft as bread

But fire is in his veins

My friend under the Triglav,

A Slovenian girl came between us

The whole mountain is shedding tears

Two brothers are not talking

Be it Istanbul, Budapest or Vienna,

All people here are the same

Istanbul, Budapest or Vienna,

All people here are good

Very good

Your friend, no

Don't ever give away

Your friend, no

Don't ever give away