Đurđevdan [English translation]

Spring is flying down my shoulders

a green lilly of the valley

a green lilly of the valley

to all but me

The roads are gone, and I remain

there's no morning star

there's no morning star

oh, my companion

Hey, to whom my beloved

smells like a lilly of the valley

smells like a lilly of the valley

never to me anymore

E, here I am dawn, here I am dawn

To God to pray

hey, it's Saint's George's Day

and I'm no longer with the one I love

hey, to whom my beloved

smells like a lilly of the valley

smells like a lilly of the valley

never to me anymore

Her name let it be mentioned

every second day

every second day

but not on St George's Day