Listam stranice prošlosti svojepa se setim one hladne zime.Kad pod ruku šetasmo u dvojei po snegu pisah ime tvoje.
Ref.Snegovi beli opet vejuvetar s planine oluju sprema,srećni se ljudi ulicom smejual' tvoje ruke pod mojom nema.
Otišla si u proleće rano,sa mirisom prvih ljubicica.Drhtala si u naručju mome,još se sećam uplakanog lica.
Ulicom idem zamišljen i samdok se vetar u granama smejegdje si sada, što mi se ne javiš ?da li drugi tvoje ruke greje ?
I have a glance on the pages of the pastand I remember one cold winterWhen we walk hand in hand togetherand with the snow I wrote your name
White snows again ???Wind in the mountains prepare a stormPeople happy in the street smilebut your hands are not in mine.
Spring is gone earlywith perfumes of the first violetXXX within mineand I remember more of your crying face
I go through the street and I imagine myselfwhile the wind blows (??) in the brancheswhere are you now that you don’t mind (???? )and that an other one warms your hands