Prokleta nedelja [English translation]

Sunday, damned Sunday, nobody nowhere, desert

In our dreams, just memories

We waiting just waiting, ballerina did you fell asleep

You really can’t see, how thin is the ice we are dancing on

Long, long night is coming, but it will pass

And when the rain is coming down, I need your lips

To come me down with their gentle touch

Sunday, damned Sunday, nobody nowhere, desert

In our dreams, just memories

We are quiet, just being quiet, like we don’t love each other

And that is not the truth, I know that is not the truth

Long, long night is coming, but it will pass

And when the rain is coming down, I need your lips

To come me down with their gentle touch

Because the love didn’t disappear, just got hidden

Open your eyes and look what is behind the clouds

And when the rain is coming down, I need your lips

To come me down with their gentle touch