Tvoje suze mi sude [English translation]

I turn the pages of my memories, which are glasses of lovely colours,

I paint nice faces,

but it is always your painting.

I live in my own world,

in the shelter made of hell,

I look people running around,

but none of them has moved.

And I often write the letters,

but I never send them,

because I always write the same,

that it is late,

and that I repent,

and each rough word that I said,

now I give it to the devil.

Your tears judge me,

for stealing for whole my life,

because I was sparing my own heart

and did not give it to you

Your tears judge me

because I have deserved it

and when the tear goes down my face

it burns my soul,

it kills me like poison,

because I have lost you