Oči su se navikle na mrak [English translation]

I don't remember your touch

Or the guitar that was playing

Or the wine in the glasses

Anxiety took me to itself, and took me away

Maybe the wind will bring me

A good sign from you

I am still dreaming of your bosom

My eyes are used to the dark

Trough the window you are watching clouds

The ones that are touching our roofs

Everything is an old photograph

The smell of some dear dates and recollections

Maybe the wind will bring me

A good sign from you

I am still dreaming of your bosom

My eyes are used to the dark

Tonight the rain is coloring the streets

Cold hands are looking for pockets

Even the sound of the last tram

Is hiding the secret of some dear dates and recollections