U njenu sobu uđem tiho.Tiho baš, na prstima.Bojim se da ne zalupim glasno vratima,Zaspala je zadnja ruža Hrvatska.
I tek sad kad je nema.Tko će jutrom da me budi.I tek sad kad te nema dobro znam,Ti si bila zadnja ruža Hrvatska.
Ružo, moja Ružice,Sve sam suze isplak'o, noću zbog tebe.Ružo, moja Ružice,Sve sam suze isplak'o.
I kako sad ovako sam.Protiv tuge i oluje.Kad smo bili kao prsta dva,Prsta dva jedne ruke.
In her room I enter quietlyreally quietly, on my toesI'm scared I might slam the door too loudlyThe last Croatian rose has fallen asleep
And only now when she's goneWho will wake me up in the morningAnd only now when you're gone, I know very wellYou were the last Croatian rose
Rose, my little Rose*I've cried out all my tears, at night, because of youRose, my little RoseI've cried out all my tears
And how can I now, alone like this,fight the sadness and the stormWhen we used to be like two fingerstwo fingers of a hand