Mokra trava, mokra trava,od bisernje rose,ne dolazi dragi vise,da mi mrsi kose.
Sto ga nema, sto ga nemaubio ga led,kad zna da je meni bioi otrov i med.
Tanka bluza, tanka bluza,sva mokra od suza,ne dolazi dragi vise,da mi usne pruza.
Sto ga nema, sto ga nemaubio ga led,kad zna da je meni bioi otrov i med.
Noc je pala, noc je pala,harmonika svira,ne dolazi dragi vise,da mi nedra dira.
Sto ga nema, sto ga nemaubio ga led,kad zna da je meni bioi otrov i med.
Wet grass, wet grass,Wet from pearly dew,My darling is not coming by anymoreTo ruffle his fingers through my hair.
Why is he not here, why is he not here,May the ice freeze him dead,When he knew that he wasMy poison and honey.
Thin blouse, thin blouse,Entirely drenched in tears,My darling is not coming by anymoreTo press his lips against mine.
Why is he not here, why is he not here,May the ice freeze him dead,When he knew that he wasMy poison and honey.
The night fell, the night fell,The accordion is playing,My darling is not coming by anymoreTo caress my bosom.
Why is he not here, why is he not here,May the ice freeze him dead,When he knew that he wasMy poison and honey.