Poljsko cvijeće [English translation]

Swallows are coming

spreading their wings

and everyone is kissing

just how once you were mine

To someone else a blossoming peony

to my heart you're still

the cursed and the one only

Oh let the field flower

cover my youth

let the clouds kiss my soul

when you want me no longer

If only I could

wish upon my eyes

to see you no more

that my kisses are alien to you

this I would have never known

It's easy to swear

in the blood and in the time

But humbly to my knees I fall

when I recall on us

On tears women often fall

but the sky makes its engravings

only when the man mourns

• Artist:Toše Proeski
• Album:Pratim te (2005)