Ružmarin [English translation]

Love, has an army of miserable

I am one of them, since I exist

You are, my last victory

that's bruising my heart when I think of it

The truth is harsh, it hides like a scar

and a lie is half of me, the other half dreams of you

Rosemary, has nobody to smell nice for

it would bloom in vain

rosemary, never again for the two of us

you are somewhere at the end of the world

Love, is passing by me

even if it stepped on my foot, I don't exist

You are, my last victory

that's bruising my heart when I think of it

The truth is harsh, it hides like a scar

and a lie is half of me, the other half dreams of you

• Artist:Hari Mata Hari
• Album:Ružmarin i Najljepše Neobjavljene Pjesme - 2002