Lane moje [English translation]

When I think of you

I'm afraid falling in love with you again

I bite my pale lips

to forget about the real grief.

My precious one,

these days I don't even mourn.

I am asking if you were alone

to the people whom I do not know.

My precious one,

Go tonight,

It doesn't matter with whom.

Find someone that is alike me

so I don't have to love you anymore.

[May someone else

kiss your lips

so I can get over you easier]