Oh , you're so pretty tonight Zulejha
in that silky white cloak-kaftan ( traditional bosnian wearing for women)
the night of sins covered us up
touching old painful wound
But it doesn't know , i'm not the old one
the one that happiness wanted in vine
doesn't know , i'm not the crazy poet
patient of all diseases
Here , take all the tears and laugh
just don't call me to sin
her , take everything i'm dying for
just , don't call me to sin
Tonight i'm Jusuf from Misir
eternal sailor of God's hand
Tonight , I'm alone inside the Universe
that's how it is , you cut my hands
Here , take all the tears and laugh
just don't call me to sin
her , take everything i'm dying for
just , don't call me to sin