| Mesec je u znaku škorpije, to je njeno vreme | The moon stands under Scorpio, and that is her season |
| Sve su posle bile kopije, bezbojne i neme | All who came after were but copies, pale and tongueless |
| Kada zamislim njen lik, na tren pretrnem | When I summon up her image, for a breath I turn to frost |
| U pogledima trazim obrise, koji na nju liče | In the eyes of strangers I seek the contours that resemble her |
| Glavom protiv Srca borim se, al' na kraju priče | With mind against my Heart I struggle, yet by the tale's last turning |
| Srce proda stari trik, pa se otrgne | The heart resumes its ancient ruse, then slips the leash |
| I odlutam, putevima nekih davnih dana | And I go astray, down the byways of long-vanished days |
| To Magija je bila, naborana svila | It was enchantment, creased silk |
| Na njenim grudima | Upon her breasts |
| A ljudima | From people |
| Skrivam se i ne pričam o tom | I hide myself and do not speak of it |
| Jer kako da im objasnim | For how am I to make them understand |
| Mada tuđa, Moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| Plesati je mogla zauvijek, tako drsko mlada | She might have danced forever, so insolently young |
| Dani su joj počinjali tek, kada sumrak vlada | Her days began only when twilight took the throne |
| I tišina nađe Put, u Noći Srebrne | And silence found its road within the Silver Night |
| Pa odlutam, na ta mjesta gdje je bila Moja | So I drift again to those places where you once were mine |
| Al' jutra se prikradu, i odzmu svu nadu | But mornings steal upon me, and confiscate all hope |
| Dok se budim ja | While I awaken |
| A ljudima | From people |
| Skrivam se i ne pričam o tom | I hide myself and do not speak of it |
| Jer kako da im objasnim | For how am I to make them understand |
| Mada tuđa, Moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| Mada tuđa, Moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Mada tuđa, Moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Svaki dan obojim tužnom notom | Each day I tint with one sorrowing note |
| Svaki san ukrstim sa zivotom | Each dream I splice and cross with life |
| I kad si tu i ludim ja | And when you are here, I too go mad |
| A ljudima | From people |
| Skrivam se i ne pričam o tom | I hide myself and do not speak of it |
| Jer kako da im objasnim | For how am I to make them understand |
| Mada tuđa, moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| A ljudima | From people |
| Skrivam se i ne pričam o tom | I hide myself and do not speak of it |
| Kako da im objasnim | How am I to make them understand |
| Mada tuđa, Moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion |
| Mada tuđa, Moja si | Though another's, you are mine |
| Još se hranim istom zabludom … | I still make my bread of the selfsame delusion … |