Kradem ti se u večeri,u večeri pod pendžere,da ti bacim struk zumbula,da ti cvijetak prozbori,koliko te silno ljubim,mrijem, dušo, za tobom.
Ti ne haješ za bolove,za bolove srca moga.Cvijet vene, mlad se suši,sevdah ode uzaman.Allah nek ti drugog dad'e,mrijem, dušo, za tobom.
I steal to you in the evening,In the evening, under your window,To throw you a bunch of hyacinth,So that flowers may tell you,How much, how strongly I love youI’m dying, my love, for you.
You don't care about my suffering,For the pain within my heart.The flower withers, youth dries up,Love fades into nothingness.May Allah give you to another,I’m dying, my love, for you