Što te nema [English translation]

Why are you not here, why are you not here,

when on fresh field flowers

the silent midnight is stringing a pearl?

Desire is flying through my chest.

Why are you not here, why are you not here,

ah, why are you not here?

When daydreaming gives me good rest,

and my soul is prepared for peace,

a voice is sneaking through my heart,

why are you not here, why are you not here,

ah, why are you not here?

A voice is sneaking through my heart,

why are you not here, why are you not here,

ah, why are you not here?

Every path has blossomed

like they were in brilliant days.

Now on the roses is sprayed

clear water of the fountain,

ah the fountain.

From under the dew a hyacinth is watching,

and from the blossom fragrance spreads,

but for me it's like it's moaning,

and in pain pouring out tears,

ah pouring out tears.

And in this moment of exuberant happiness,

and when sorrow is preparing a sigh,

my love is starting a song,

why are you not here, why are you not here,

ah why are you not here?

My love is starting a song,

why are you not here, why are you not here,

ah why are you not here?