Prozor prema zalazu [English translation]

ships sailing away

taking away the warm summer from our island

taking away our last hope, you are not there,

and the rain is coming

The window facing the sunset

in my thoughts your face, Chopin's Sonata

and the winds from the south are wistfully talking

about a love that is dying

While the crowns of the old pinetree is crying

I call and scream for you, I'm losing my voice,

on the other side of our window,

a new dawn is being born

but we don't excist