Po prvi put [English translation]

You don't even know it yourself when

restlessness enters your life.

He's leaving,

he's leaving you alone, coldly.

You're leaving on mute like an obedient cure,

quietly, into your own corner,

the suffocating cry in my throat,

for the first time, for the first time, for the first time.

Everything then scares you all of the sudden,

his glare and his laugh.

The fear is appearing,

you're trembling like a broken stick.

The heart with an ember inside that you love still has

a place for the laugh in the moment

when you're leaving everything

for the first time, for the first time?

The past world is awakening in front of him.

Will the those memories

revive with him

which will appear everywhere?

Will the weakness of someone

of a sweet moment (stronger than him,

bring pain to our love

for the first time, for the first time?