Vrijeme života [English translation]

Every missed opportunity

Every wrong step,

Every fake excuse,

A proved dummy bullet

Makes me doubt no more

Through mistakes I become better.

I love my fails,

Oversights and breakups,

Burning cheeks...

I'm not ashamed of that blood,

I'm first in every attack.

(Chorus)

Hours are often short

And to stop would simply be a shame

It would be good to know

When we are breathing

The time of life.

From the pot of future

Under a guise of false mildness

Forgivnesses echo.

I'm not touched my nostalgia,

Mourning irritates me.

(Chorus)