Ruža Hrvatska [English translation]

In her room, I sneak in.

Silent indeed, on my toes.

I’m afraid, to loudly close the door,

Last Croatian Rose has fallen asleep.

And now, when you’re gone...

In the mornings, who will wake me?

And now, when you’re gone is that I know,

You were the last Croatian Rose.

Rose, my Rose,

All of my tears I’ve cried out,

at night because of you.

Rose, my Rose,

All of my tears I’ve cried out.

And how, all alone, can I go, against the sadness and the storm,

When we were close, like the digits of a hand.