Kuća pored mora [English translation]

Blown up by the waves and wind

There are warm ruins of summer

On the edge of abandoned sea

And one lost world

There is nothing, nothing

Of you, of me

Remained just empty house

Some things from our summer

On the table newspapers are still lying

With some dates of july

Our love is tearing down now

Like a sandy tower

And I'm still here

Still gazing at the sea

On the doors of villa in which sadness sleeps

And rains flowed into the flowers of agave

And it is the end of summer

From the time of poetry and peace

Remained just empty house

In the night turned to the sea

Now is waiting for new lovers

There is nothing, nothing

Of me, of you in it