Trula Visnja [English translation]

The lipstick fell out of the bag

Out of shock when I see you laying by her

And it shattered

The last marble of my hope that I'm just dreaming all that

In an evil period it snapped as if our of spite

The (rubber)band of my courage

I fell at dawn I fell

I couldn't go through it anymore

Now let them wipe my name from the book of the born

On that spot where I fell

Remained a small stain

As if someone stepped on a rotten cherry

I swore at her and I pushed her

The way I know how to do that in a feminine way

But it pushed me back, your glare full of hate

And threw me on the ground

Rejoice you tiny sell-out souls

You are both made out of the same rust

I fell at dawn I fell

I couldn't go through it anymore

Now let them wipe my name from the book of the born

On that spot where I fell

Remained a small stain

As if someone stepped on a rotten cherry