Jedna narandza na stolu,Tvoja haljina na podu,Ti u mojoj postelji.
Dodirni moje usne mrakom,Snagom leptirovth krilaZa laku noc.
A kada ova prica prodje, zauvek prodje,Sta je ostalo od nje?
Ne ostaje tragNe ostaje nista od tebe i meneNe ostaje trag,Hladne su ulice i praznno je srce.
Na casi tragovi karmina,Kraj telefona malo vina,To je sve sto ostaje.
One orange on the tableyour dress on the flooryou in my bed
Touch my lips with a darkby the power of butterfly wingsfor good night
And when this story is gone, forever gonewhat's left of her?
Not a trace remainsNothing remains of you and meNo trace remains,The streets are cold and heart is empty
On the glass are traces of carmineNear of the phone a little wine,That is all that remains.