Zvona moga grada [English translation]

They rang at storms, rang at weddings

They rang for lives and for last journeys

Like some eternal music, of our glory, our misery

They rang since forever, the old bells in my town

Thay called upon God and the people for the sinking boat

They rang, they rang for the fields and balconies

Thay gathered our boats like birds from its nest

As if a mother's heart beats in the steeple beneath the stars

While the old harbours are asleep and the blue skies twinkle

The steeples are like hands following a white ship

There's no sky in stone, man passes a heavy path

But once I need them, the old bells are here again.

(Chorus)

They tell us our history carefully like a father to his son

On evenings like this one, they pour out all the warmth

Like some eternal music of cradles, of colonnades

Listen to them, the way they ring, my town's old bells

There's no sky in stone, man passes a heavy path

But once I need them, the old bells are here again.

(Chorus)