Sunny and cheerful days
Come and return with swallows
Spring is in my soul once again
Are you a girl or a woman now, I wonder
April in Belgrade, I search in vain
For lips of a girl who cuddles wonderfully
April in Belgrade caresses her hair
That could be her, under the Sava bridge,
But someone else is kissing her
April in Belgrade, a time gone by
I carry it in my thoughts in soldiers' rooms
April in Belgrade, [she] smiles tiredly
Under the Sava bridge, as the dusk is on its way
I'm no longer around