Ljiljani - Halid Beslic

U ovom svijetu stradanja

Sve sam ti dao

I prosjak post’o

Pijanac bez nadanja

Poljem se siri miris ljiljana

Mirise cvijece ko moja dragana

A male laste s juga dolaze

Ko da mi ljubav tvoju donose

U ovom gradu ja nemam nikoga

Umrijecu duso ako si njegova

Neka te prate stotine tambura

Umrijecu duso na tvojim rukama

Ja nista necu

Sto sam ti dao od srca

Ja nista necu

Jer ne znam dali si

Zena il' svetica

In this world of suffering

I gave you everything

And the beggar fasted

A drunk without hope

The smell of lilies is spreading through the field

It smells like flowers like my darling

And little swallows from the south are coming

As if they bring me your love

I have no one in this city

I'll die, honey, if you're his

Let hundreds of tambourines follow you

I'm going to die, baby, in your arms

I don't want anything

What I gave you from the heart

I don't want anything

Because I don't know if you are

A woman or a saint