Kuma - Severina

Kakva šteta što sam zauzeta

Pa će s drugom da ti cvjeta cvijeće u proljeće

A ja ću i kad puše, i kada sija sunce

Pamtit' naše zimske suze i ljetne poljupce

I zato ne mislim da ostarim, dok ne oženim te s drugom

Dok kolo ti ne zaigram i pozdravim se s tugom

Novci, zlato, muzika, sve to vam je od kume

Rado me se sjećate dok listate albume

Sve od kume, sve od kume

Kad pred Bogom vas zakunem

O, kakva šteta što dva smo svijeta

Pa ćeš ti po ovom jednom s drugom hodati

A ja prežaliti neću do kraja tužnu sreću

Što u ovom je životu nismo imali

I zato ne mislim da ostarim, dok ne oženim te s drugom

Dok kolo ti ne zaigram i pozdravim se s tugom

Novci, zlato, muzika, sve to vam je od kume

Rado me se sjećate dok listate albume

Sve od kume, sve od kume

Kad pred Bogom vas zakunem

I zato ne mislim da ostarim, dok ne oženim te s drugom

Dok kolo ti ne zaigram i pozdravim se s tugom

Novci, zlato, muzika, sve to vam je od kume

Rado me se sjećate dok listate albume

Sve od kume, sve od kume

Kad pred Bogom vas zakunem

What a shame I'm busy

So with another, your flowers will bloom in the spring

And I will when it blows and when the sun shines

Remember our winter tears and summer kisses

And that's why I don't think I'm getting old until I marry you to someone else

Until I play your round and say goodbye with sadness

Money, gold, music, it's all from your godfather

You fondly remember me flipping through albums

Everything from the godmother, everything from the godmother

When I swear before God

Oh, what a pity we are two worlds

So you will walk on this one with the other

And I will not regret the sad happiness to the end

What we didn't have in this life

And that's why I don't think I'm getting old until I marry you to someone else

Until I play your round and say goodbye with sadness

Money, gold, music, it's all from your godfather

You fondly remember me flipping through albums

Everything from the godmother, everything from the godmother

When I swear before God

And that's why I don't think I'm getting old until I marry you to someone else

Until I play your round and say goodbye with sadness

Money, gold, music, it's all from your godfather

You fondly remember me flipping through albums

Everything from the godmother, everything from the godmother

When I swear before God