Three Bosnian Love Songs (Sevdalinke)

Autumn Has Come, My Quince, Early Autumn Autumn has come, my quince,* early autumn, From autumn to autumn, The whole village is already married off, My quince, run to me, To your dear friend… Every night, my quince, every day, I count the hours, I think of you! My quince, I am dying for you! Be mine, my treasure! Don’t  []

Snow Has Fallen

Snow has fallen on the springtime fruit trees, Time to love whoever you may please. If she won’t hear, there’s no way to push her, Love is no use if she cannot choose. If my bad luck could ever turn to good, I would climb up to your chamber door, So I could sit in the middle of your cushions,  []