Reste, reste u dvoru cvićeAl' ne, neće da cvitaI sad u zraku ćutin prolićeA u duši zima.A zna ona,Da ovo tilo za nju živiI sad bez vire kad je ostaloSrce na pola dili.
I gori moreOd mižerje moje,I puca stina, jer te nima.Život mi napukaA kako ne, kad san bez tebe.
I gori moreOd lipote tvojeČa duša je zauvik vezala.Život svoj minja bi za jednu kapTvoje ljubavi, tvoje ljubavi.A zna, a znaDa ovo tilo za nju živi.I sad bez vire kad je ostaloSrce na pola dili.
Grow, the flowers in the court growBut no, they won't blossomAnd now I sense spring in the airAnd winter in the soul.And she knows,That this body lives for herAnd now, when it is left without faithIt divides the heart in half.
And the sea is on fireBecause of my misery,And the rock is cracking, because you're gone.My life is crackedAnd how wouldn't it, when I'm without you.
And the sea is on fireBy your beautyWhich had tied the soul forever.I would trade my life for one dropOf your love, your love.And she knows, she knowsThat this body lives for herAnd now, when it is left without faithIt divides the heart in half.