Don't mow the dewy grass
Don't crush the young branch
Leave alone fields of flowers
Leave alone fields of flowers
Let them bloom for Ljiljana
There was a lot of love
They put out as the youth
Everything what is left of my life
I would give to Ljiljana
Don't sing her songs
Don't touch my old wound
Five years I care
Five years I keep yet
A rose for Ljiljana
Five years I keep yet
Five years I care
A rose for Ljiljana
There was a lot of love
They put out as the youth
Everything what is left of my life
I would give to Ljiljana
I will leave my dreams
When the cold rains stop
When spring came and when
The fields of flowers get green for Ljiljana
The fields of flowers get green for Ljiljana
There was a lot of love
They put out as the fire
Everything what is left of my life
I would give to Ljiljana
I would give to Ljiljana
For Ljiljana, for ljiljana