Lipa moja [English translation]

My pretty one, time has tasted me

Like a young vine tree in a field

And winters have knocked on windows so your youth is mocking

To this threating storms from south

My pretty one, the most prettiest of all

Offer me your love in dawn

And let me admire your body while your youth is mocking

To this threating storms from south

My pretty one, if the stars havent seen you

They wouldnt know with who to share the sky

My pretty one be my bride

Be a firefly on my paths

My pretty one