Konobarica [English translation]

The glass from your hands

Is maybe a balm for my pain

He sat at this table

And I waited for him at home with pain

And now he understands me, at least we're women

Pour me what you've poured for him

Waitress, bring a pitcher of truth

May all the secrets be revealed

From your trampled feet

Let them all drink on my account

May them even pour out in tears

I forgive everything...

The glass from your hands

Maybe you don't know, but it can also heal

Pour me the wine that he drank

Talk to me the same words

'Cause he was here for nights

Until he left me