Ostavi sitne lazi, ostavisamo krupne pokupi i nestaniOstavi malo svoje ljubaviko kad kruh se izmrvi i nestani
Ne okreci se, zaboraviova vrata zalupiNe okreci se kroz prozorenek te vetar odnese
Ti si samo divlji cvetakna dnu duse siromasnekoji nikad, nikom ne mirise
Leave all small lies, leavejust pick up the big ones and leaveleave me a little bit of your lovelike the bread when it crambles and disappear
dont turn around, forgetclose this doordont turn around at the windowlet the wind take you away
you're just wild flowerat the bottom of the poor soulthat never smells for anyone