Prozor kraj djardina

Dok kasna nocna ura bati s kampanela
pijana luna
s neba se smije
ja opet vidin jedno dite srid tinela
od srca kida i pismu pise
jedna zvizda ca je pala
dusu cistu mu je takla
on ce slipo da je slidi
sve do raja i do pakla

I svitli svitli jedan prozor kraj djardina
a iza skura jos korde zvone
i jeca jeca ona ista mandolina
kasna je ura
mater ga zove
I svitli svitli jedan prozor moga grada
dok od lipote srce se [bad word] i neka leti nebu ova serenada
adio moja mladosti lipa

Dok kasna nocna ura bati s kampanela
u prsi tisno
jedva se dise
ja opet vidin jedno dite srid tinela
a nista nije
nije ka prije
jedna zvizda ca je pala
dusu cistu mu je takla
on ce slipo da je slidi
od te noci iza cakla

Window next to the garden

While the night's late hours are beating from the belfry [bad word] moon
Is laughting from the sky
I see again a child in the middle of the living room
Heartbreaking and writes a song
star has fallen
Has touched his pure soul
He will follow blindly
Till to the paradise or even to the [bad word] 
window next to the garden is shining
And behind the corner you can hear the strings
And the same old mandoline is booming
The hour is late
His mother is calling him
window is shining in my city
Whilst of beauty the heart is torn
Let this serenade fly to the sky
Goodbye my wonderful youth

While the night's late hours are beating from the belfry
The chest is tight
You nearly can breathe
And again I see a child in the living room
There's nothing
It's not like it was
star has fallen
Has touched his pure soul
He will follow her blindly
From this night...