Sto života [English translation]

Golden threads weave the moonlight

to the pathways (leading) towards your pillow

somewhere at the ends of the Earth.

There where I dare not go.

For whom tonight are those

two brown eyes of yours on fire?

From whom are you not hiding them?

For whom are you suffering?

Ref. 2x

And even if I had a hundred lives,

not just this grain (of a life)*

even then your beauty would

dress me in black*

Do I not have the right to know

for whom your eyes are burning?

Do I not have the right to ask

whose glass you are filling tonight?

Ref. 4x