Dobra Ti Večer Mati Moja - Miso Kovac

Dobra ti večer, mati moja, već me zovu dica,

Ka moju dušu i njih grije ljubav s tvoga lica.

Kad sve bi stalo u dvi riči,

Kad tuče prva noćna ura,

U mojoj sobi ka u priči

Zašumi more, škripje škura.

I tad te čujem kako kažeš

Da mora jednom poć na bolje,

A život uvik isto važe,

Beskrajno more, škrto polje.

Dobra ti večer, mati moja, šta ti mogu reći,

Dobra ti večer, mirno spavaj, i ja idem leći.

Dobra ti večer, mati moja, već me zovu dica,

Ka moju dušu i njih grije ljubav s tvoga lica,

Ka moju dušu i njih grije ljubav s tvoga lica.

I sad te vidim, punu snage,

Di sama stojiš isprid dvora,

Dok život nosi naše drage

Ti si ka stina nasrid mora.

I tad te čujem kako kažeš

Da mora jednom poć na bolje,

A život uvik isto važe,

Beskrajno more, škrto polje.

Dobra ti večer, mati moja, šta ti mogu reći,

Dobra ti večer, mirno spavaj, i ja idem leći.

Dobra ti večer, mati moja, već me zovu dica,

Ka moju dušu i njih grije ljubav s tvoga lica.

Dobra ti večer, mati moja.

Good evening, my mother, they already call me Dica,

The love from your face warms my soul and them.

If everything stopped in two words,

When the first hour of the night strikes,

In my room as in the story

The sea roars, the boat creaks.

And then I hear you say

That he has to go to a better place,

And life is always the same,

Endless sea, stingy field.

Good evening, my mother, what can I tell you,

Good evening, sleep peacefully, and I'm going to bed.

Good evening, my mother, they already call me Dica,

The love from your face warms my soul and them,

The love from your face warms my soul and them.

And now I see you, full of strength,

You stand alone in front of the court,

While life carries our loved ones

You are like a rock against the sea.

And then I hear you say

That he has to go to a better place,

And life is always the same,

Endless sea, stingy field.

Good evening, my mother, what can I tell you,

Good evening, sleep peacefully, and I'm going to bed.

Good evening, my mother, they already call me Dica,

The love from your face warms my soul and them.

Good evening, my mother.