Đurđevdan [English translation]

Spring is landing on my shoulder

Lilies of the valley are blooming

Lilies of the valley are blooming

For everyone except for me.

The roads are leaving

And i stayed behind

the Northern star is no more

the Northern star is no more

my travel companion.

To whom does my darling

Smell of the lilies of the valley

Smell of the lilies of the valley

To me never again.

Here comes the dawn

Here comes the dawn

For me to pray to God

Here comes the dawn

Here comes the dawn

Hey, it's Saint George's day

And I am not with the one I love.

Her name shall be mentioned

On any other day

On any other day

Except on St Georges day.