Sa njim je bila kad sam je sreou čašu kap mi dolilak'o da me hladnom vodom tad po čelu polila
On je ljubi i ona njeganisu se stidjelisamo su stegli tijelo uz tijelokad su me vidjeli
Hej, kosači, ne kosite travugdje je ona gazilatu su negdje njene stopejoš tu su, kad je odlazila
Hej, kosači, ne kosite cviječena nju nek mirišeja i tako nemam srećerane me ubiše, to mi je previše
Još je lijepa, takvu je pamtimu krvi još mi stanujei dalje patim za njenom sjenomjoš jednom da mi je!
She was with him when I met hershe poured a drop in my glass(it was) as if she poured cold water on my forehead then
He was kissing her and she was kissing himthey didn't hold backThey pulled eachother close, body to bodywhen they saw me
Hey, mowers, don't mow the lawnwhere she stepped onthere were once her footstepsthey're still there, when she left
Hey, mowers, don't mow the flowerslet it smell like herI don't have any luck anywayhurts have killed me, that's too much for me
She's still beautiful, I remember her that wayshe still remains in my bloodI'm still suffering for her shadowIf only I could have her once more (If it could only be the way it was before)