Baklava's video: Baklava - Pendolira

Official music video by BAKLAVA. Directed by Sibo & Elena Baklava Director of Photography: Cem Bariscan Music by: Elena Hristova Lyrics by: Sibo Recorded, mix & mastering at: Enterprise Studio, Skopje, Macedonia. Music producer: Valentino Skenderovski. Musicians: Elena Baklava - vocals, Dejan Teodosievski - cello, Gogo Klincarov - tambura, Valentino Skenderovski - programming & accordion This song is from Baklava's album “IV” https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_khCqkf1ZomonzocMgwDvUa-pLSljRzxk4 Thanks to Sean, Ivica and DeSonanz team. Special thanks: http://www.berin.mk/ https://www.facebook.com/grad.sk/ https://www.facebook.com/Enterprise.Recording.Studios https://www.facebook.com/Zdravec-Market-1566553026958429/ Very special thanks to all who helped create this song and video from Turkey, Argentina, Great Britain, Russia, South African Republic, Australia and Macedonia. https://baklava.band/ https://www.facebook.com/baklavamusic https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/baklava/iv Lyrics: Pendolira (Gold coin) - verse translation - Look at the sky, it’s like it had been taken down, with a white headscarf, And the ground, like a golden coin knitted with silver lace, I want to be amorous, I want to turn to a basil bundle and live on your belts, And I’ll smell wonderful, please bathe me in dew, don’t take my soul And the heaven, it’s like it is close to the ground, with the girls from Kukush, They wear golden gowns, and they dance on lashes of wind I want to be amorous, I want to turn to a basil bundle and live on your belts, And I’ll smell wonderful, please bathe me in dew, don’t take my soul Before midnight, girls from Kukush fall asleep in silk and satin The Moon resembles the Sun, and from the shadow sews a dress And the sky is dark, like purple grape, with silver buckles Please, bathe me in dew at dawn, and with tears at dusk Please water me, don’t take my soul… Пендолира И небуто, кут да е доле, опули го, со белите дулбени А зем’нта, кут да е ж’лта пендолира, со срма извезена Севдалија да сум, да се стора’ босиљо, на вашите појаси Мирис да растурам, полевајте ме с’роса, не ми зе’јте душата И небуто, кут да е блиско до зем’нта, со чупите кукушки Уб’о носат фустаните, оро шират, на ветеро’ шиблика Севдалија да сум, да се стора’ босиљо, на вашите појаси Мирис да растурам, полевајте ме с’роса, не ми зе’јте душата А навечер, си заспуват кукушанки, во свила и коприна Месечин’та на Сл’нцето е прелика, oд сенка фустан крои А небуто црно, грозје лисичина, со чапрази сребрени Наутро со роса, а навечер со с’лзи, полевајте ви мене Полевајте ви мене, не ми зе’јте душата...