Bijedne mene, jadne mene,uzdahe po vjetru saljem.Niko nece da ih primi,vjetar ih nosi dalje.Moj je uzdah otisao,otici ce i tvoj s tugom.Kada se na putu sretnu,sto ce reci jedan drugom?
Niti s tobom nit' bez tebenema mojoj boli lijeka.Kad sam s tobom ubijas me,a bez tebe smrt me ceka.
Moj je uzdah otisao...
Poor me, pathetic meI send my sighs through the windBut no-one would accept themSo the wind keeps carrying themMy sigh has gone awayAnd so will yours- it'll leave with the sorrowWhen they meet on their wayWhat will they say to each other?
Neither with nor without youThere isn't cure for my painWhen I'm with you you're killing meAnd without you the death's waiting for me
My sigh has gone away