He came from a village
Somewhere behind Gods back*
He didn't want the big town and the towers
But he had to try
That brough him to the brink of insanity,
Days like a gipsy years, beer and brandy
Sundays, he gets dressed up fancy
And then he goes to
"Arilj" where Emira worked
She used to play with him when they were kids
She was for him like family
The only one, to whom he could cry himself out
Emira, do you remember the place we were born?
During the winter, when the wind is blowing and the snow falls?
Emira, when I hear the howling of the winds
I am more afraid of Belgrade, than of our wolves
Sundays, somehow weird, an empty bar
They told him that she left, with a rich man from Kraljevo
And even today, the tale is being told by the river fishers
That when the night is cold and full of stars
As if the river would call for someone
Emira, do you remember the place we were born?
During the winter, when the wind is blowing and the snow falls?
Emira, when I hear the howling of the winds
I am more afraid of Belgrade, than of our wolves