Nisam te izgleda volio mnogo,Sve je po starom al' više nisam tvoj.I nije mi važno s kime noćasSlušaš ovu pjesmu i plačes li.
Ipak poželim neko pismo,Ipak mada zajedno nismo.
Piši, piši ko nekad dva-tri reda,Piši, znam da je gužva i da nećeš stići,Piši, opiši mjesta gdje nas dvoje skupaNikada nećemo ići.
Ti si zadnji romantik na ovom svijetuŠto se sporo kreće i čeka raj.Malo si samo promijenila glumce,Al' isti je komad, isti zaplet i kraj.
It looks like I didnt love you muchEverything is like before, but I am not yours anymoreAnd I dont care with whoYou are listening this song tonight and if you are crying.
I still desire for some letterStill, although we are not together.
Write, write like you used to, two- three linesWrite, I know you are in hurry and you wont have timeWrite, describe the places whereWe will never go together.
You are the last romanticist on this worldWhich is moving slowly and waiting for heaven.You have just changed performers a bit,But its the same play, same entanglement and end (finish).