Цреша [Creša] [English translation]

Still nowadays like a sleepy song

it will come the smell of the cherry

when the spring will flourish within the field

one cherry tree that is waiting for me.

When I had to go, I told them

everything that I have, house and field

everyone to take whatever he/she needs

but (I) to find the cherry tree alive

What is that in the people sadness

that are living in others lives

who sails in my past

completely calm and with no shame(?)

Only the wind heard the voice

and got back again in the soul like an echo

lovely song doesn't want everyone

even some throw stone on a nightingale

What is that in the people sadness

that are living in others lives

who sails in my past

completely calm and with no shame(?)

It's not sky this what they are offering you

the sun it's not gold that shines

if they could they would even sell God

only One will judge them