Panonski Mornar by Djordje BalasevicTranslated lyrics:
Panonian Sailor
I look at Banat, Srem and Backa
from the Fruska Mountain,
I look and my soul is wrecked.
Here used to be, so the books say, a sea
it waited for me and dried up.
I am a born sailor like Magellan
Or even better like admiral Cook.
In plains surrounded by fields I lose élan
A sea wolf stranded in wheat.
My sea is gone
And I don't what to do,
My Dad says Danube isn't that bad.
My sea is gone,
But I live in hope
That we still might meet somewhere sometime.
This is why my life is bitter like tonic,
My sorrow is endless and bottomless.
But luckily there is the Moon lighthouse
It guides me through blue waters of dreams.
Oh, why did something like that befall me,
This is a story for both tears and laughter.
Some sailors may end up without their ship,
But without a sea, that's extraordinarily bad luck.