This song is a 'Sevdalinka', a typical Bosnian urban song. It originated in Bosnia, but it has been present in Serbia ever since it was written:
Last night, returning from the warm Hamam,
I passed by the garden of the old Imam,
And low, in the garden, in the shade of a jasmine,
There with a pitcher in her hand stood Emina.
What beauty! By my faith I could swear,
She wouldn’t be ashamed if she was at the Sultans!
And the way she walks and how her shoulders move...
Not even a Hodja’s amulet could help me!
I offered her "Salaam!" but by my faith,
Beautiful Emina wouldn’t even hear it..
Instead, scooping water in her silver pitcher,
Around the garden she went to water the roses.
A wind blew from the branches down her lovely shoulders
Unraveling those thick braids of hers.
Her hair gave off a scent of blue hyacinths,
Making me giddy and confused!
I nearly stumbled, I swear by my faith,
but beautiful Emina didn’t come to me.
She only gave me a frowning look,
Not caring, the naughty one, that I’m so crazy for her…