Lađe koje odlaze,odnose toplo ljeto s našeg otoka,odnose zadnje nade, tebe nema tu,a kiše dolaze.
Prozor prema zalazu,u mislima tvoj lik, sonate i Chopin,a vjetrove s juga sjetno pričajuo jednoj ljubavi što umire
Dok plaču krošnje starih borovazovem te krikom, gubim glas,sa druge strane našeg prozora,rađa se novo svitanje,a nema nas...
ships sailing awaytaking away the warm summer from our islandtaking away our last hope, you are not there,and the rain is coming
The window facing the sunsetin my thoughts your face, Chopin's Sonataand the winds from the south are wistfully talkingabout a love that is dying
While the crowns of the old pinetree is cryingI call and scream for you, I'm losing my voice,on the other side of our window,a new dawn is being bornbut we don't excist