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…

Serbia

I'm sick, you are sick, we are both sick from love. And I dont kiss anybody else but you my dear. I'll go in the far away countries to find a cure for my heart, because I dont wanna kiss anybody else than you my dear...

Serbia

A girl named Jelena loved me, the most beautifull of all. Everything is so empty now Jelena is not around anymore. Come back Jelena, you took my youth away.

Serbia