Kiše su pale, i jesen je tusvila pod lišće tugu nam svu.Dok sada lutam, sumoran dan,ti kažeš - „Plače jesenji san".
Možda i plače - ko to sad zna?Odjeci to su dalekog sna,a ja ovdje pišem skriveno tio našoj ljubavi, crveni stih.
Odlaze, lutaju negdje,odlaze dani svinemirne riječi drage plovesa njim sad
Jeseni, stani tu,pod mojim prozorom,malo spokojstva daj nam,daj nam ti!
Kiše su pale i kapljica šumzove na pusti daleki drum,da odem gdje bilo, sa tobom jada tamo ostavim lutanja sva.
The rain has fallen, and autumn is hereand has gathered our sadness below the leaves.While I'm wandering now, on this gloomy day,you say - "the autumn dream is crying".
Maybe it's crying, who knows now?Those echoes are of a distant dreamand now I'm writing this secretly to youabout our love, a red verse.
They're passing, flying somewhere,all of the days are passing bythe restless words are now flowing my dearwith them now
Autumn, stop here,by my windowgive us a bit of serenity,give it to us!
The rain has fallen and the raindrops soundscall me on a far empty road,to go wherever I could, with youto remain a wanderer over there.