Ja noćas oblačim onu košulju od svile,
Tonight i’m wearing, that shirt made of silk
Na njoj su nekad znam, tvoje male ruke bile.
On that (shirt), I know, once were your small hands
Naš dom se grije hladnom vatrom s kamina.
Our house is getting warm, with cold fire from the fireplace
Na zidu pišem tvoje ime ostacima karmina tvog.
On the wall I’m writing, your name, with the rests from your lipstick
Nema čega nema, puna soba uspomena,
There’s nothing which isn’t there (it’s everywhere), the room is filled with memories
A ja moram osmijeh tvoj da gledam na drugoj.
But I need to watch your smile on the face of another (woman)
Nema čega nema, u muzeju uspomena,
There’s nothing which isn’t there, in the museum of memories
Al' ništa mi ne vrijedi, ti tuđa si žena.
But to me it's nothing worth, you’re a strange (stranger/belonging to someone else) woman
Kroz iglu provlačim tvoju kosu mjesto konca,
Throughout the needle I’m inserting, your hair instead of a thread
Da srce sašijem da ne traži više krivca.
So I can sow up my heart, so it won’t look for a perpetrator anymore
Moj san se mrvi k'o prvi osmijeh s lica tvog,
My dream is crumbling, like the first smile from your face
Ja ne sumnjam, dobro znam -
I’m not distrusting, I know well
Ljubav je ubica moj...
Love is my murderer