Kao mala gnezda na granamapuna starih letovakao mrtvo srce od secanjakao prva radost decija.Ti si moja prosla i buducasvedok koji ne lazeti si moja prva i poslednjacujem nocu tvoje korake.
Vrata samo vetar otvarazebem kao zasedamoja pesma vise ne peva,crna joj je haljina.
Ja sam ulica za tvoj povratakizmedju jave i snaja sam poslednje tvoje skloniste,nemas, nemas gde.
Like little nests on the branchesfull of old flightslike a dead heart of memorieslike a first children's joy.You are my ex and futurewitness who does not lieYou are my first and lastI hear your steps in the night.
The doors, only a wind opensI freeze like an ambushmy song does not sing anymore,her dress is black.
I am the street for your returnbetween the reality and the dreamI am the last shelter of yoursyou don't have, don't have where.