Otiš'o je s mirisima jutra [English translation]

Still today everything reminds me of him

Old hat hanging by the door

And what my mother used to tell me:

God gave him a heart of gold

Still today I hear those words:

Only for the good ones God waits at the end.

So, my son, of all my words

Let at least some stay in your heart.

My father went away slowly

He went on the winding path

Some old songs followed him

All the way to the river through which the sorrow flows.

He went away at the time the roosters wake

Like he was going for a walk to somewhere

He went away with the morning scents

Did he know he wasn't coming back?

He went away with the morning scents

Did he know he wasn't coming back?

The morning spilled over the plain

Everything is here, and he is gone

Sadness sneaked into the tambura* through the strings

And the songs seem more quiet now

My father went away slowly

He went on the winding path

Some old songs followed him

All the way to the river through which the sorrow flows.

He went away at the time the roosters wake

Like he was going for a walk to somewhere

He went away with the morning scents

Did he know he wasn't coming back?

He went away with the morning scents

Did he know he wasn't coming back?