Piva klapa ispo` volta
Oliver Dragojevic
Singing Under the Porch
In a low voice, the group sings in this quiet summer night
And it passes under the stairs where your stuff dries
To the pergola, words fly, the full moon smiles at the town
You rise from your chair to listen to the serenade
From the window, you can see Šolta, the group sings under the porch
In the distance, the boats shine, the group sings in a low voice
You look around the room, a picture is in the corner
One day, the sea will take it to a faraway fortune
The shore has long been deserted, the gates are closed
Under the porch, the group sings, your scent fills the air
You gently move the curtain, you’ve ripened like a summer evening
About love and wine, the group sings in a low voice
From the window, you can see Šolta, the group sings under the porch
In the distance, the boats shine, the group sings in a low voice
You look around the room, a picture is in the corner
One day, the sea will take it to a faraway fortune
No one will punish you if you take off your dress
Sadness will strip you bare, but you can still show your beauty
From the window, you can see Šolta, the light flickers under the porch
In the middle of the night, when the passerby sings, the group sings out loud
