Kopriva [English translation]

If you weren’t looking forward to me

You wouldn’t be left empty

Like the soil thirsty for water

Like a mother wishful for her kids

By waiting your soul has drained

Nettle grows from my heart

It burned you long ago

When you harvested my love

You believed

That I’m not poisoned by sadness

Ref.

Yes, that’s me, an empty bed

In witch I don’t dream anybody

It is dark in me, even on the daylight

I’m , bona, misrable