Još samo jedno proljeće je tvoje i mojeA onda vrijeme je da ljubavi noveUplove tiho u ove snove
Još jedna lasta dolijeće i vjetar me zoveA oko očiju sam skupio boreKao suvenir na umorne zore
Da to sam ja, samom se sebi svetimKad te osjetim
Tko sam bez tebePoštar bez adresePilot bez stjuardeseK o dijete što ga mati ne prepoznajeTko sam bez tebeUmorni kralj bez kruneSvirac bez zlatne struneRanjeni vuk u snijegu što tiho umire
Only one more spring is yours and mine.and then it's time for new loves.to sail in quietly in these dreams.
One more swallow flies to here wind calls me.And I have collected wrinkles around eyes.like souvenirs of tired dawns.
Yes, that's me,I revenge on myself.when I feel you.
Who am I without you.Postman without address.Pilot without stewardess.Like a child whose mother doesn't recognize him.Who am I without you.Tired king without a crown.Musician without golden chord.Wounded wolf in snow that silently dies.