Nije u šoldima sve
Mladen Grdovic
It's not all about money
Where the wave kisses my stone,
where I was born...
there I have to come and drop the anchor
of my restless life...
I said it, there's no luck here,
my son, come back to me...
It's not all about money, let it be here next to me,
let all of Dalmatia shine in gold...
It's not all about money, let it be here next to me,
let all of Dalmatia shine in gold...
The stormy sea carries me, the salt bites me
and every dawn of a new day is a new pain...
the wine I drink is bitter because of you...
