Listam svoja sjećanja, stakla lipih boja,
I turn the pages of my memories, which are glasses of lovely colours,
slikam dobra lica,
I paint nice faces,
a slika je uvik tvoja
but it is always your painting.
Živin u svom svitu
I live in my own world,
u skrovištu od pakla,
in the shelter made of hell,
gledan jude di trče
I look people running around,
a nijedan se nije maka
but none of them has moved.
I pisma pišen često
And I often write the letters,
a nikad ih ne šaljen
but I never send them,
jer u njima pišen uvik isto,
because I always write the same,
da je kasno
that it is late,
i da se kajen
and that I repent,
I svaku svoju grubu rič
and each rough word that I said,
vragu sada dajen
now I give it to the devil.
Tvoje suze mi sude
Your tears judge me,
šta san cili život kra
for stealing for whole my life,
jer san čuva srce svoje
because I was sparing my own heart
a tebi ga nisan da
and did not give it to you
Tvoje suze mi sude
Your tears judge me
jer san to zaslužija
because I have deserved it
a kapja kad poteče
and when the tear goes down my face
u dušu me zapeče
it burns my soul,
ka i otrov ubija
it kills me like poison,
jer san te izgubija
because I have lost you