Poljsko cvijeće [English translation]

The swallows are coming, they're spreading their wings

and kissing eachother,

just like when you were mine.

To someone else the peonies are flowering,

but you're on my heart,

the only one and the damned one.

Let the meadow flowers

cover me young,

Let the clouds kiss my soul

when you don't want to.

Oh what I would give,

if my eyes wouldn't be able to see you,

then I wouldn't know that a strangers kisses

are all over you.

Let the meadow flowers

cover me young,

Let the sky kiss my soul

when you don't want to.

Oh what I would give,

if my eyes wouldn't be able to see you,

then I wouldn't know that a strangers kisses

are all over you.

It's easy for me to take an oath

on my blood and my honor,

but I give in when I think about us.

The tears of a woman flow easy,

but the sky only takes notes

when the tears of a man flow.

Let the meadow flowers

cover me young,

Let the sky kiss my soul

when you don't want to.

Oh what I would give,

if my eyes wouldn't be able to see you,

then I wouldn't know that a strangers kisses

are all over you.

Let the meadow flowers

cover me young,

Let the sky kiss my soul

when you don't want to.

Oh what I would give,

if my eyes wouldn't be able to see you,

then I wouldn't know that a strangers kisses

are all over you.