When I plow the last furrow
By the track of yield's shadow
Winter roses will blossom
For the first time that year
The cold will come to village
Like armored regiment
And I'll be as a calm panicle
When it withers
I have no one no where
But my story is easy
When you love less of them
Less of them you miss
And I'm not capable of cheating
Burning scaffolding behind me
To gain someone by force
Someone who'll miss me
I know, darling, I promised I won't mention you
Swear and curse the destiny
Move into a little town
Wander around and have fun
I promised, heavily
I promised, but fuck it
When I cover the last vine
Under the St. Damjan
Into carafe of clear water a bit of incense will fall
The fears of the young ones are dying
I almost finished the story
When I
Outlived them
I know, love, I promised I will, at least for an animal
And that I will find someone prettier, better and more skillful
a Nemeškinja*, a lady
Someone not even a bit like you
I promised, heavily
I promised, but fuck it
And then the last snow will fall
Across all of the first snows
And a feather of an angel is a weight
Opposite all of Earth's weights
He** is ready to cheat
To forge a leaden balance
But I shouldn't swear today no more