Rudens naktis sustojo [English translation]

The fall night was resting on the pine tops

Covering my eyes with black palms

What do you scare me for, what dangers

Will come to my awakening town?

What do you scare me for, what dangers

Will come to my awakening town?

Fall’s soundless silence must be preserved

Without the whistling of bombs, blood-stained ashes

I will come to pin spring

On every single home, on every single door

I will come to pin spring

On every single home, on every single door

I will come quietly—no one will hear me

Quietly, quietly like the cold wind of the streets

Like the flapping flutter of a swallow

When I have placed my trembling word on the doorstep

Like the flapping flutter of a swallow

When I have placed my trembling word on the doorstep

The fall night was resting on the pine tops

Covering my eyes with black palms

What do you scare me for, what dangers

Will come to my awakening town?

What do you scare me for, what dangers

Will come to my awakening town?

The fall night was resting on the pine tops…