Falile se Kaštelanke,
Kashtel girls were bragging
Da su lipše neg Spličanke,
That they are prettier than Split girls,
Ali Sveti Duje, neće ni da čuje,
But St. Domnius won't hear about it,
Ajme, ča ću mu ja.
Oh, well, what can I do
Kad je vrime od furešta,
When it's time for foreigners to come
I Svetoga Vlaha fešta,
And the celebration of St. Blaise
Mili Bože čuda, te lipote svuda,
Dear God, the beauty is all around,
Ajme, ča ću mu ja.
Oh, well, what can I do
Kad se spusti škuribanda,
When the dark comes down,
Ode naša šjora Manda.
And our dear sir Manda goes away,
Na svakom kantunu, na svakom portunu,
In every corner, in every alley,
Ajme, ča ću mu ja.
Oh, well, what can I do
Sinjorina Filomena,
Miss Filomena
Često ona momke mijenja.
Often changes her men
Mili Bože čuda, te lipote svuda,
Dear God, the beauty is all around
Ajme, ča ću mu ja.
Oh, well, what can I do
Falile se te Spličanke,
Those Split girls were bragging
Lipše smo neg Dubrovčanke.
'We are prettier than Dubrovnik girls',
Ali Sveti Vlaho, samo im je maho,
But St. Blaise only waived to them,
Ajme, ča ću mu ja.
Oh, well, what can I do