Nakon svih ovih godina [English translation]

It's easy for you because you have me,

But what did I get?

In the end you'll leave me,

Even an imbecile would see that.

Sometimes love is worth the pain,

Mine and yours no longer is,

Because you are just a print in the sand,

A bitter chase that doesn't end.

Today I'm opening my eyes

After all these years

I don't love you

Nor did you love me

Just an old habit

Is left over.