Zelena [English translation]

This life is like a sand

sliping trough my palms

and you come like a flash

waking my dreams

Young, for love, you used to be

young, now you are searching for love

Ref.

On you are peacock feathers

on you are apples of gold

your lips are red poppies

which only i have

I will take those peacock feathers

and pick those apples of gold

i will kiss your red poppies

and never give them to anyone

Life with you is not a thief

to steal my happines

from my soul you remove chains

and wake up my hopes

Young, for love, you used to be

young, now you are searching for love