Zlato moje, dobar dan [English translation]

I enter on my tiptoes

That I wouldn't spoil your dream

I come with the moonlight

And I bring in my pocket

A heart like a pastry

Sprinkled with sugar

Bitten by your lips

Good afternoon, my dear

I have something to give you

It isn't jewels

But it is only yours

Good afternoon, my dear

I have something to give you

Ripe like an apple

This Balkan soul

I have worn out dreams

Like old shoes

That which I have left

And that little - it's yours

A heart like a pastry

Sprinkled with sugar

Bitten by your lips

• Artist:Crvena jabuka