Vse rože sveta [English translation]

Only a shot for greeting

And for farewell he disappeared into the night

In the middle of the grass field he is resting

Where he died without a word on his lips

And I'm waiting for spring

I feel the soft hands of my darling

I feel her fondling of my hair and two words

Without words, in the middle of the grass field

When spring is here

Why does this word of trumpet remind me of those people

Who don't have right words on their lips?

Why is it that all these flowers

lie and rot in the middle of the field?

So that all those people

would feel time

And spring, that for every being

Happens only once in a lifetime