Zaplakale stare tambure.
Old instruments started crying.
Usne moje tugu popile,
My lips drank up sorrow,
Popile i suze dvije.
They also drank up two tears.
Što bih ja da vas mi nije?
What would I do if there wasn't for you?
Tamburaši, al' sam nesretan!
Musicians, how unhappy I am!
Sve bih dao za te godine
I would give everything for those years
Kad su njene usne ljubile.
When her lips kissed.
Sve bih dao, ali nema nje.
I would give everything, but she is gone.
Tamburaši, samo svirajte.
Musicians, just keep on playing.
Zaplakale stare tambure,
Old instruments started crying,
Kroz ravnicu pjesmu odnijele,
They carried the song through the plain,
I: Kroz sokake dragoj bliže.
I: Through the streets, closer to my darling,.
Sad me kazna zbog nje stiže.
Now a punishment comes over me because of her.
Tamburaši, baš sam nesretan! :I
Musicians, I'm really unhappy! :I