When there are tomatoes lying sliced on the table,
do not dream of meat, forget bringing it.
But you can bring red wine
made by father of mine, one bottle is fine…
When I sing a love song, be not shy,
it’s about you, this song is divine…
I sing of Kosovo, of Njegoš, I sing of Serbia, of Red Star, it’s to them I sing,
may love another verse bring.
The concept of Hope
The value of Faith
Life and its essence
A woman’s wit is quaint as her very presence!
A woman knows how to mimic life itself.
One bottle suffices, brought down from the shelf,
and our silent prayer, to wash it away…
A woman does not know one’s religion, or his way…
A song from across the table, a love rhyme on sight,
No one goes to fight a futile battle.
That’s a woman’s might!
She will convert a thousand times around
so as to do what she thinks is right.
When I sing of love,
Love, when I bestow upon you a sonnet,
I bless Njegoš for it,
he was the first to ever write a verse.
And every other,
I tell you, don’t wonder!
The most beautiful image is
receiving wine from the hands of a priest.
One sip is fine.
It’s soothing, it’s wine.
For the red peonies, growing near Peć,
this too I shall tell you…
To remain here, on this side of the fences,
here with your smile and your loving glances.
A woman’s wit is quaint, as her very presence.