Dobro veče tugo [English translation]

Good evening, sorrow, my fate

A sorrow like you is yet not born

Under this heavenly hat

Under this circus tent

and my bosnian soul

Good evening dear friends

your souls I will open

This day passed without her too

and years wil pass

God won't have it any other way

If guilty are the the rain, that you aren't here anymore

then let God make sure they never stop

If guilty are the cold mornings that breaks windows

then let God make sure the sun never rises

When even you could leave me

when even you could cause me pain

when even you could fool me

Let me not exist

You don't know, my little chicken, our souls are standing

and will always stay side by side

But that what hurts will never stop

nights here are long, too long

When even you could leave me

when even you could cause me pain

when even you could fool me

Let me not exist