Ne mogu ti reći šta je tuga [English translation]

It was some time long ago

when the bloomed flowers withered

you were the most beautiful girl then

now I can't remember which Spring it was

And it's like I'm fighting in vain

I was born too early for you

I can't tell you what sorrow is like

hold it against me, but believe me

I'm one master's servant

so my soul's abstaining, so my soul's abstaining

itself from you, my dewy flower

If only the clink of ducats

from your vest could wake me up

so I could judge myself

for falling in love with you, for becomming ill

And it's like I'm fighting in vain

I was born too late for you

I can't tell you what sorrow is like

hold it against me, but believe me

I'm one master's servant

so my soul's abstaining, so my soul's abstaining

itself from you, my dewy flower

I can't tell you what sorrow is like

hold it against me, but believe me

I'm one master's servant

one hand is begging, the other carries wealth

but there's no peace within my soul

• Artist:Hari Mata Hari
• Album:Sreća - 2009