Neka se sanja [English translation]

Look at the night, it runs ahead of the morning

say, what is written for me in the dregs of black coffee*

at the bottom of the little cup, near my heart it breaths

that thing they call happiness, something what people dream

Like winning a lottery

like in a pocket of a soldier

hidden little picture, let's dream

Chorus 2x

Oh, I wouldn't give these days

this night should be preserved

you call, call if you're alone

and you need somebody to take care of you

And you would want your hero

that he does something at least like Gavrilo**

my only one, my dearest one

this between us is pretty much late

for the time when we dreamed happiness

like smell of those days

take your dress off, keep bedclothes warm

it's important to dream,

let's dream