Još ne sviće rujna zora,još ne trepti list sa gora,ne čuje se glas slavuja,zoru da najavi.
Ne čuje se mizelfira,niti svirka od pastira,tišina je svud okolo,sve živo počiva.
Ref.Neka cveta rosno cveće,nek se kiti s njim proleće,ja ga neću više brati,jer nije za mene.
Ja ga neću više brati,jer ga nemam kome dati,kome sam ga darivao,zemlja je pokrila.
Red dawn is still not dawningmountain leaf is still not blinkingnightingale can not be heardannouncing dawn
Not even zephyra can be heardnor the shepherd’s songthere’s silence all aroundeverything alive is resting
Ref.May dew-covered flowers blossomand may they adorn the SpringI won’t be picking them againbecause they are not for me
I won’t be picking them againbecause I have nobody to give them tothe one I used to give them tosoil is covering her