Gle, pokrili su lunu,ti oblaci od srebra,ne, nema svjetla,pusta je ova noć.
Dok na nebu još tamni krug,ljubav ta je tužna.Idu sami kroz prazni parkstazom crnih ruža.
Ne, nema noćas svjetla,za ljubavnike stare,ne, nema mjesta.Kuda ih vodi put?
Look, those clouds of silverhave covered the moon,no, there is no light,this night is empty.
While there is still a dark circle in the sky,that love is in grief.They go alone through the empty park,passing the trail of red roses.
No, there is no light,for the old lovers,no, there is no room.Where does this path take them?