Ne zovi [English translation]

We were the children of the streets,

Of forgotten suburbs.

The story lasted shortly,

But that's also known to happen.

We had our chance.

It doesn't matter whose fault it is.

You're the one that part craves for,

And I'm happy to be alive.

Things go by, next to us

We're only numbers

Time consumers

Marked by stars.

Don't call,don't call

Don't call , please,

My number, an more.

Forget that

I was once yours.

I'm sorry when you say

You aren't happy with him.

The choice was yours.

What do I have with that?

Please, don't call me any more,

Don't open my old wounds

If you're looking for consolation,

Look it over on the other side.

Don't call,don't call

Don't call , please,

My number, an more.

Forget that

I was once yours.

Don't call,don't call

Don't call , please,

My number, an more.

Forget that

I was once yours.

• Artist:Parni Valjak