Zabe i Babe - Sjaj Mjesece Ono moje sto po putu sece Putem sece, a plecima krece Cini mi se, prevarit' me nece That one of mine, strolling on the path, strolling on the path, swaying with his shoulders, it seems to me, he will not deceive me. Sjaj mjesece, sjaj mjesece, obasjaj dovece, il' dovece ili drugo vece. Sjaj mjesece, nek mi dragi nocas tesko dise sjaj mjasece snivajuci za mnom nek uzdise Shine moon, Shine moon, lit well tonight, tonight, or another night. Shine moon, let my darling breathe heavily tonight, Shine moon, let him sigh after me in his sleep. Svu noc sjala sjajna mjesecina Dok mom dragom na um pade draga. Gledam sada putem kako sece. Ej, putem sece a plecima krece. All night long the glittering moonlight shined until to my darling his darling came to mind. Now I watch him strolling on the pathway. Ey, strolling on the pathway, swaying with his shoulders. Brave Combo - Hosa Dyna (Piwowarczyk) Translation by Anna Sadowicz Oj od Krakowa jade, z dalekiej obcej strony. Bo mi nie cheilei dac, hosa dyna, Mary's ulubiony. Oy from Krakow I'm coming From far away strange side Because they did not want to give me beloved Mary. Ej szerokim goscicem, ej jedzie woz za wozem. Jak mi je nie dadza, hosa dyna, to prezbije sie nozem. Ey through wide highroad Ey a riding carriage after marriage If they won't give me her, hosa dyna I will stab myself with knife Ej nozem sie przebijej i utopie we Wisle. Zebys ty wiedziala, hosa dyna, ej co o tobie mysle. Ey I will stab myself And will drown in the Wisla So you know, hosa dyna Ey what I'm thinking about you. Slobo Horo - Esma (Track 1. on "Esma", ZENCD 2041), (S. R. Ramc<e - Slobo Horo / Hipponen - M. Radovanovic´) Original song: ESMA, ESMA (Sulejman Ramc<e - Sulejman Ramc<e - M. Radovanovic´) Source recording: Ramc<e: D-ila vav, tu mend-e (Diskoton DTK 9101) Mo barvalipe, sa tuja gelo, sa bas<i tute, ac<iljum korkoro, Esma Esma. My wealth has gone with you, all because of you, I was left alone, Esma, Esma. Na dz<anava, so te kerav, bizi tute nas<ti me ama tute na rodav tut dz<amilja kaj me mangav tut Esma, Esma I don't know, what to do, I can't be without you, how can I find you, I love you, Esma, Esma. Soske muklan ma, naje tu dus<a kaj te rodav tut na dz<anav na dz<anav, Esma Esma Why did you leave me, don't you have a soul? Where to look for you? I don't know, I don't know, Esma, Esma. Széki Kurva - The Stars are Shining [Radio Edit] Ej, diko moya Mala ludo moya Ej, sve te varam Da cu biti tvoya Hey, my darling, my silly thing That I'll be yours Well that's a lie Meira Asher with Kocani Orkestar - Tiring Night it is a very tiring night it is a very tiring night babies are carried away into the dark, to the unknown hiding place. my gracious saviour wear a wide coat to hide my baby wear a wide coat cross the town safely my baby doesn't cry, i breast-fed it loads of wine. the basket in the kitchen is yours the suitcase in the bedroom is yours inside the wireless there's notes for you to take, surly this must satisfy. i dyed my baby yellow and white seems strange so stay away from the light gonna be smiling as I go to the grave, poison ready just incase. please swear to me you raise it and see it grows and cares for others to be whisper it stories of fairies in decay, stolen bread and mom's demise. now hurry Madam, time is not there the soldiers vermin squirm to the stairs make sure my features are branded to your brain, resurrection is my game. Zlatne Uste Balkan Brass Band - Kako Kolan Da Se Vijem (Like a Belt I'll Wind) Izgubilo Dance srmali kolance srmali kolance, svileno maramce Dance lost her little silver braided belt, Her silver belt and silk handkerchief Koj mi uze, nano, srmali kolance srmali kolance, more, svileno maramce "Who took my little silver belt, dear, My belt and my silk handkerchief? Kako kolan, da bog da se vije Oko mene, lele, da se svije Like a belt, God willing, may it wind, Around me may it curve." Otud ide momce, teske kletve cuje Teske kletve cuje, okom namiguje Then a young man comes along, he hears the terrible curse, He hears the terrible curse, and he winks Ajde mori Dance, batali kolance Srmali kolance, svileno maramce "Come on Dance, forget the belt, The little silver belt and the silk handkerchief. Bolje da se vije moja nezna ruka Moja nezna ruka, more, oko tvoga struka Better that my gentle arm, my gentle arm Wind around your waist, Tako kolan da bog da se vijem Oko tebe, lele, cu se svijem So, like a belt I'll wind, And curve around you."