Snegovi beli opet veju [English translation]

I'm listing the pages of my past

and I remember that cold winter

When we walked together, hand in hand

and in the snow I wrote your name

White snow snows again

The wind from the mountains are preparing a storm

People in the street smile, gayfully

but your hands are not in mine.

You left early in the spring

with the smells of the first violet

you shiver within my arms

I still remember that tearful face

I walk through the street, dreaming and alone

while the wind laughs in the branches

where are you? why don't you contact me?

is someone else warming your hands?

• Artist:Marinko Rokvić