Dio moga tijela [English translation]

Without you, my dear

this days tailoring by themselves.

Without you, I don't care

where and with who I spending my days,

because I don't see you.

There is no you, with trembling hand

I'm touching your black hair.

There is no you, I'm just removing dust from our photography.

And you... Where are you?

Chorous

About who this heart is dreaming

that's not secret...

Just like and fact that I'm alone...

To whom I'm giving my songs

here, in a front of your old photography,

I'm embraced with my guitar...

And just like you, she is all

part of my body....

There is no you, and since of you gone

I just play sad songs.

There is no you, and from the people

I hide you like a severe disease.

And you... Where are you?