Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju?Spustam glavu brisem finu prasinu.I rijetke ptice pjevajuci umiru.A na polju hladne kise padaju.
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju?U sebi molim da me suze ne izdaju.I strasno mrzim Romea i JulijuI sve mi stvari smrde sad na prevaru.
O o, o o, na polju hladne kise padaju.O o, o o, na polju hladne kise padaju.
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju?I suze mi na oci tjeraju.I strasno mrzim Romea i JulijuI sve mi stvari smrde sad na prevaru.
For God's sake why they ask me for u?I'm putting my head down, wiping fine dustAnd rare birds die while singingand on fields cold rains are falling
For God's sake why they ask me for u?In myself I pray that tears don't desert meAnd I horribly hate Romeo and Julietand all things smell like imposture to me now
Oo, oo, on fields cold rains are fallingOo, oo, on fields cold rains are falling
For God's sake why they ask me for u?and making me cry (literally: making tears to come on eyes)And I horribly hate Romeo and JulietAnd all things smell like imposture to me now