Ni dvadeset nemaš letapa ti seda kosa smetakažeš da bih htela rađeako može nešto mlađeko ti kaže to da mlađe mora biti slađe
Ref. 2xZar ne znaš da prava ljubav godine ne brojizar ne vidiš da mi tvoja mladost lepo stojine sudi po ambalazi videćeš na krajuda i ove ruke moje milovati znaju
Ako se muškarci delena zelene i na zrelepriznat ću na ove boresvakom mlađem deset foreko ti kaže to da mlađe mora biti slađe
You aren't even twenty years old yetand your grey hair is bothering youyou're telling me that you would rather,if possible, someone youngerwho says that being younger has to be sweeter
Don't you know that years don't count true lovedon't you see that your youth suits me nicelydon't judge a man by its appearance, in the end you'll seethat even these hands of mine know to caress
If you compare immature mento the mature onesI'll confess with these wrinklesthat every young man gets its creditwho says that being younger has to be sweeter