Hodam evo već godinu dana.Pratim vjetar gust.Skupio sam mirise izvana,a iznutra - pust.
Skupljam tuđe poglede u jedan,to je pogled tvoj.Samo pred njim vrijedan sam i bijedani sve je nula, broj.
O draga, još maloi putu tom je kraj.O mila, ti čekaš,zagrljaj.
I've been walking a year nowI'm following the thick airI've collected the scents on the outsideBut on the inside - bare.
I'm collecting strangers' glances into onethat is the glance that belongs to you.That's the only thing that makes me feel vulnerable and miserableand everything is a zero, number.
Oh dear, just a little moreand that road will endOh sweet one, you're waitingembrace.