Uzalud vam trud svirači [English translation]

I have sworn to you hundreds of times

and then cheated on you before dawn

I've brought acacia to another

and disappointed you

I have sworn to you hundreds of times

and then cheated on you

now I feel like tossing golden coins into

dirt out of misery

Ref.

The moon is hiding from me behind the clouds

darkening (lit.hiding) my path

Your effort is in vain, musicians

Someone else is now watching the Quinces ripen

You see, I remember every now and then

what my father used to say:

all Slavonian souls, my son

heal through song

but they don't forgive

We are born with song

and die with song

Slavonia those who have never loved you

don't know what they are missing (out on)