Boginja [English translation]

No messages or phone-calls,

Even the bedroom is mocking me

because I'm sleeping alone.

So I call an unavailable number

and lie to myself that you are mine.

Oh, what drama!

Black silk, twilight,

Wine are raising my pulse

as I seduce myself.

Whilst for the ninth night in a row now,

you are in who knows who's bed,

It's all clear now, don't be ashamed!

Refrain:

Your poor taste is killing me

because in addition to a goddess (me), you want another.

Oh listen!

You owe me tears, blood and sweat.

You think I'm just a number/another girl to you?

Oh really?!*

No messages or phone-calls,

And the whole city is mocking me

Oh, shame on you!

You get easy girls easily

but you'll quickly regret

choosing those sorts over me.

Black silk, twilight,

Wine are raising my pulse

as I seduce myself.

Whilst for the ninth night in a row now,

you are in who knows who's bed,

It's all clear now, don't be ashamed!

Refrain:

Your poor taste is killing me

because in addition to a goddess (me), you want another.

Oh listen!

You owe me tears, blood and sweat.

But you want me to be just another girl to you?

Oh really?!

You owe me tears, blood and sweat.

But you want me to be just another girl to you?

Oh really?!