Ti, što imaš kuda, a ja nemam.Ti, otrovno vino, ali žena.Moja je čaša prepuna,a ruke gladne kad te nema.
Smeh, rekla si nije to afera.Greh, kida ti dušu sa revera.Tako nežna, tako okrutna,i lažno moja habanera.
Prodala bi me,samo da bi krala tuđe dodire, boljeg nisi znala.Trošila si laž, sve bez izuzetka,živela si bez kraja i početka.
You, who has got somewhere to go but I don'tYou, poisonous wine but still a womanmy glass is more than fullbut the hands are hungry when you're not here
a laughter, you said it wasn't an affairmistake, it rips your soul from a ...? don't knowso tenderly, so harshlyand lyingly my ??
You'd sell meso that you could steal other ones touches, you didn't know a better oneyou used a lie, all without any exeptionyou lived without an end and beginning