Trula Visnja [English translation]

Lipstick fell on the ground from my purse

From my shock when I see you laying next to her

And it broke

The last bit of my hope to dream all that...

In the dark hour, it broke..as if it was for the spite

The rope of my bravery

I fell in the dawn, I fell

I couldnt last any more

Now let them erase my name from the book

And on that spot where I fell

A little stain stayed

Like someone stapped on a spoiled cherry

I cursed at her and pushed her

The way only I can, like a woman

But the look of hatered you gave me, killed me

And knocked me on the ground

Be glad now you little souls who sold themselves

You are all the same

I fell in the dawn, I fell

I couldnt last any more

Now let them erase my name from the book

And on that spot where I fell

A little stain stayed

Like someone stapped on a spoiled cherry

By: Maya Puskovic