Moje se mene ne dotičeŽalosti, blaženstva, nadeMožda je sad svet u očimaMožda me drugačijimdrugi grade
Klanjam se i žedan osvićemUspomene željne da se vozeMesec je hladan k'o ružicaMesec je trn koji menoćas bode
Izgleda opet da me nema
Mirisi, tamjan i metlicaŽalosti, blaženstva, nadeMožda je sad svet u rukamaMožda me drugačijimdrugi grade
Klanjam se i žedan osvićemUspomene željne da se vozeMesec je hladan k'o ružicaMesec je trn koji menoćas bode
Nebesa pevaju o Slavi
Mine it doesn't concern meOf grief of bliss of hopeMaybe now the world is in (its) eyesMaybe differentlyothers are building me
I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*Memories are eager(craving) to rideMoon is cold as a rosebudMoon is the thorn that'sstinging me tonight
It looks like I'm gone again
Scents, incense and corn's tasselOf grief of bliss of hopeMaybe now the world is in (its) handsMaybe differentlyothers are building me
I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*Memories are eager(craving) to rideMoon is cold as a rosebudMoon is the thorn that'sstinging me tonight
Heavens are singing about Glory