Inamora se duša samo jednon,
Soul falls in love only once,
a maća miljun puti sva...
And it gets stained all over a million times...
Nima sapuna da je opere,
There is no soap to wash it,
ni šalbuna, sode kauštike,
No washing sand or caustic soda
kad je jubav satare...
When love crushes it...
Mare je isto jubila,
Mary loved too
bila je kontra fameja...
The family was against it...
Ka Romeo i Julija,
Like with Romeo and Juliet,
al se nije ubila,
But she didn't kill herself,
bidna je poludila...
She went crazy, poor girl...
A Mare luda smije se...
And crazy Mary laughs...
I sedan banki prošla je...
She passed over seventy...
Nije ka siromaji
She is not like the poor
na kontejneru u nevoji,
Over the trash bin cause of misery,
bidna kopa ta zbog jubavi...
Poor Mary goes through them because of love...
A Mare luda smije se,
And crazy Mary laughs...
ni ćeri, sina, fameje...
No daugther, no son, no family...
Po škovacama kopa ta,
She searches through waste,
ka i dite nedužna,
Innocent like a child,
lipog lica svetica...
A saint with a pretty face...