Sometimes at night I can hear your footsteps,
Sometimes they sound like the footsteps of my old mother.
Leaves are getting yellow,
And I am silent
My heart feels that you are not mine.
Everything that is dear to my heart is far away,
Only God understands those in love.
Leaves are getting yellow,
And I am silent
My heart feels that you are not mine.
Is Sarajevo where it used to be?
Or has my heart decided so?
Has anything at all changed?
Has the Miljacka* dried up?
Has my old mother got well?
Has my sweetheart left me?
Everything that is dear to my heart is far away,
Only God understands those in love.
Leaves are getting yellow,
And I am silent
My heart feels that you are not mine.
Is Sarajevo where it used to be?
Or has my heart decided so?
Has anything at all changed?
Has the Miljacka* dried up?
Has my old mother got well?
Has my sweetheart left me?