Zlato Moje, Dobar Dan - Crvena jabuka

Ulazim na prstima

da ti san ne pokvarim

s mjesecinom dolazim

a u dzepu donosim

Srce kao pecivo

secerom posuto

usnama tvojim naceto

Zlato moje, dobar dan

imam nesto da ti dam

nije drago kamenje

ali samo tvoje je

Zlato moje, dobar dan

imam nesto da ti dam

zrelu kao jabuku

ovu dusu balkansku

Snove sam potrosio

kao stare cipele

ono sto mi ostalo

i to malo — tvoje je

Srce kao pecivo

secerom posuto

usnama tvojim naceto

I enter on tiptoe

not to spoil your dream

with the moonlight I come

and in my pocket I bring

Heart like pastries

sprinkled with sugar

with your lips open

My darling, good afternoon

I have something to give you

not precious stones

but it's just yours

My darling, good afternoon

I have something to give you

ripe as an apple

this Balkan soul

I spent my dreams

like old shoes

what I have left

and that little - it's yours

Heart like pastries

sprinkled with sugar

with your lips open