Sanjao sam crnu pticu
I have dreamt to be a little bird
kako leti iznad našeg krova
who lies above our roof
neko tvoju pjesmu peva
Someone sing to you a song
i u pjesmi neka ljubav nova
and in this song someone loves again
Čuvaj se, čuvaj
Keep it ; keep it
jer je sreća kao san
because fortune is like a dream
nestaje, blijedi
disappear pale
dok rukom dlan o dlan
while with the hand is like a palm
Prema tvojoj crnoj kosi
According to your black hair
svud padaju pahulje od svile
everywhere fall flakes or silk
ti istinu. dušo, ne znaš
you don’t know the truth of soul
sve su one nekad suze bile
all has once been a tear