Dodiri od stakla [English translation]

You still defend me like crazy,

whenever they speak ill of me,

for every harsh word,

you will be a strict court,

so that I never feel bad.

That one man tear,

I'll carry on my soul.

I will be like a stone,

I know what suffocates me at nights.

Just turn around and leave,

so no one ever sees,

how much you mean to me.

I still cut myself

on your touches made of glass,

I have never moved out of your heart.

And I still defend you,

but know the truth.

I have not been alive,

since your hand touched me.

Since your hand touched me.