Копринена жена [Koprinena žena] [English translation]

They see her, she is here,

Her lips whisper a sound

And with a mild hand gesture

She says: "That's how I like it".

Her dress isn't made for cold days,

But she puts it on out of spite anyway

And with perfume over her body

She flirts in her mind.

That's how she likes it, yes!

She can feel her laugh

Slide down her hair,

Not wanting to sleep.

She seems to do it for fun,

But she looks like a woman

Who loves a lot of different worlds

Underneath a boring sky.

She doesn't ask why,

She doesn't ask when,

She doesn't look for questions about this and that

From people she doesn't know.

She laughs like a child,

But it's a woman kissing you.

You want her for yourself,

But who do you think you are?

She brings dreams

And comes from another time

When make-up served as a sweet lure

For pure love.

Good news, yes!

She'll stay until the morning.

With the freshness of a springtime sky

She takes a sip of coffee.

She doesn't ask why,

She doesn't ask when,

She doesn't look for questions about this and that

From people she doesn't know.

She whispers "Forgive me"

Not with her lips, but with her eyes.

Will she take your touch

As a precious souvenir?