Sinoc pod prozorom njenim

Last night under her window
the guitar was heard again
she cried again, she laughed again
I was left alone again

Last night in her hands
the rose withered again
she didn't look at me, she didn't listen to me
I was left alone again

Does she really not care at all
about my love, about my heart
or maybe she just wants a little
to play with me now

And I don't know
if I'm now her puppet
or a man who loves for the first time
but here I have no strength
to go back, I have no hope
I know, this is the end