Okus soka od drenjina
Kasno leto na odlasku
Purpurno nebo i sunce na zalasku
Nose miris plavog trna
Skrivenog u grančicama grma
Zori polako drenjina crvena, opora
Uz pesmu cvrčka na stablu bora
Tope se medene divlje kupine
Čaša slatkog nektara iz prirode
Stari most iz vremena Rimljana
Isprepletene grane masline i bršljana
Smokva mekana od soka i slada
Ostade neubrana kraj vinograda.
English :
Taste of Cornelian Cherry
Late summer is leaving
Purple sky and sun at sunset
Carry the scent of blue sloe
Hidden in the branches of a bush
Dawn slowly cornel-berry red, harsh
With the song of crickets in the pine tree
Melt honey wild blackberries
A glass of sweet nectar from nature
The old bridge from Roman times
Entwined olive branches and ivy
Soft fig full of juice and malt
Remained not picked up near the vineyards.
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