Bijelo [English translation]

I sail on the white paths of paper

I net the butterflies made of wishes

And I bring them to you

She will with him

With whole my body I feel I love

Even though I know that love hurts

I make a record in it

She will with him

Sorrow, everybody knows

Dying is easy

It hurts for a moment

And stops

Sorrow, but how

To live like this

When her hurt is becoming of stone