Badnje veče [English translation]

As an old sin

You always appear to me the same

Your laughter echoes

You put your shoes in a window

And you dream, always

You go around the world without travelling

And the Christmas Eve is coming

You could have

Told me some sudden words

You know, my eyes

Are still filled with the same fog.

But it's quite opposite...

Now, the sorrow in me is making roots

And the Christmas Eve is passing..

That was our last (Eve)

And now the bells ring again, I listen to them...

No, not every eve is Christmas'

is the Cristmas Eve.

At the last moment

As always on that Eve

The lady next to us

unucima kolac pece – Bakes cookes for her grandchildren

In my room

Only an old watch shows time

And the Christmas Eve is passing

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević