| Odri i misli moje lipe | Abandon, and let your thoughts graze in my linden shade, |
| I skupi pepeo na dlan | And gather the ashes, warm and grey, upon your palm, |
| Poði tamo di si sama | Go then, where solitude braids your silence, |
| Zakopaj ga pod stopala | Inter the embers deep beneath your tread— |
| Ni po muke se zajubit | It is no torment, falling beneath love’s wing, |
| A volit triba, triba moæ i znat | But loving—one must wield and fathom its power, |
| Nek ti vodilja je ljubav | Let love be your lantern in this wavering dusk, |
| A moja eja rukohvat | And my seagull—your handrail over chasms of air, |
| Na, na, na, na, na. | Na, na, na, na, na. |
| Ni po muke se zajubit | It is no torment, falling beneath love’s wing, |
| A volit triba, triba moæ i znat | But loving—one must wield and fathom its power, |
| Nek ti vodilja je ljubav | Let love be your lantern in this wavering dusk, |
| A moja eja rukohvat | And my seagull—your handrail over chasms of air, |
| Na, na, na, na, na. | Na, na, na, na, na. |
| Ovu zvir, ta u meni spava | Behold the beast, dormant in the shadow of my ribs, |
| Boje ne diraj i ne pitaj kako je | Disturb not its hues, nor inquire after its weather, |
| Ovu zvir, ta u meni drima | This beast—still as snow in me, awaiting your touch, |
| Nitko ne mo e umirit kao ti, Nitko kao ti | No hand can calm the wild as yours, no other so true, |
| Na, na, na, na, na. | Na, na, na, na, na. |
| Nitko ne mo e umirit kao ti, Nitko kao ti | No hand can calm the wild as yours, no other so true |