Sutra će te ponit [English translation]

Tomorrow they will carry you, six of them

On their hands,

Mother will wail, heavy death bell will ring.

They're over, daddy, your strains and efforts.

A stone block will

Cover up your body.

You understood the soul of a fig, of a carob

Like their own to life, you built vineyard lots.

Tomorrow they will take from where there is no return,

And at the head of the table

An empty chair will remain.

Tomorrow they will carry you, six of them

On their hands,

Mother will wail, heavy death bell will ring.

They're over, daddy, your strains and efforts.

A stone block will

Cover up your body.

Everything you touched became gold,

May forever the earth be light upon you!

The stone covered you, it is now our turn

We must wor out the life, like it was a wage.

The body will endure, the rock will not bow,

And you're with us, although you're gone...

The body will endure, the rock will not bow,

And you're with us, although you're gone...

Tomorrow they will carry you, six of them

On their hands,

Mother will wail, heavy death bell will ring.

They're over, daddy, your strains and efforts.

A stone block will

Cover up your body.