Ne čekam više kraj telefonashvatila sam, kraj je priči.U meni više ne zvone zvonakad sretnem nekog što na tebe sliči.
Samo jednu stvar,želim još da znamKada te sretnem...
Da li ću moći okrenuti glavu,napraviti se da nisam te vidjela,na drugu stranu ulice preći,o, da li ću moći.
Ni stara pisma ne čitam više,niti te želim, niti te hoću.Ne molim srce da kuce tiše,kad koraci neki bude me noću.
I'm not waiting beside the phone anymoreI've realised, it's the end of the story.There are no more bells ringing inside me anymorewhen I meet someone that looks like you.
There's just one thingthat I still wish to knowWhen I miss you...
Will I be able to turn my head,to act like I didn't see you,to cross onto the other side of the street,oh, will I be able to.
I don't even read the old letters anymore,I don't wish to, nor do I want to.I'm not begging my heart to beat more quiet,when someone's footsteps wake me up at night.