Sreo sam ljubav iz prve pjesme [English translation]

I met the love from my first song

The truth of my boyhood days

While December iced the springs

And while frosting fell off the trees

I met the love from my first verse

In a small place in Srijem

Like through fog I remembered a cry -

Oh Ana, I still see you in everything

But she, she's not

She's not, not like before

But she, she's not

She's not, not like before

Moon stays hidden until morning

A man sat behind an empty desk

I was dead silent for a long time

Enchanted by the white, freezing dawn

Wind broke over bare trees

Such winter is not remembered in Srijem

A cry bursted from inside me, a cry of pain:

Oh Ana, I still see you in everything

But she, she's not

She's not, not like before

But she, she's not

She's not, not like before