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 be with him

With my whole body I feel that I love

Even though I know that love hurts

(Since) I hold a record in it

She will be with him

My sorrow, everybody knows that...

Dying is easy,

It hurts for a moment,

And then stops

My sorrow, but how...

To live like this,

When her heart is becoming (cold and hard) like a stone