Quarantine - Atrium Carceri

Pjevati ću neću stat u muku,

pripjevaću rumenu jabuku

što se goji u dvoru babajka.

Lijepu ti je porodila majka,

al' zaludu sva joj je ljepota

i uresa njezina života.

Kad nemilost provodiće danke

radi svoga i baba i majke.

Majka kćerku svoju nagovara,

a babo je i bije i kara

da se uda u veliko blago,

a što služi kad joj nije drago.

Zato moja, rumena jabuko

Vilo moja, moja desna ruko

pozdravi mi starca, baba tvoga

od starine prijatelja moga.

Da t’ne bije i ne kara više,

jer da za mnon tvoje srce diše.

Nego da te goji lijepo hrani,

samo za me cvijete izabrani.

I will sing, I will not stop in pain,

singing ruddy apple

which is grown in the grandmother's yard.

Your mother gave birth to a beautiful one,

but all her beauty is in vain

and the ride of her life.

When grace will pay tribute

for the sake of my grandmother and mother.

A mother urges her daughter,

and the grandmother beats and punishes her

to marry into a great treasure,

and what serves when she is not happy.

That's why my ruddy apple

My fairy, my right hand

say hello to the old man, your grandmother

from the old days of my friend.

Don't beat and chastise you anymore,

for to mnon your heart breathes.

Than to feed you well,

only for me flowers chosen.