Ljubav umire [English translation]

All these beautiful moments, like a butterfly in the hand

every second of love, flowers in the field are withered

because you put the end, you put on us black clothes

like mown with sickle what is planted

But you should know, when you want to give it back

nothing is eternal, even love dies

Love dies, love dies

Wha something so beautiful doesn´t last forever

without it you lose the sense, because of it you breathe

human must to try to not go crazy

in the world full of evil, only love is it

But you should know, when you want to give it back

nothing is eternal, even love dies

Love dies, love dies