Sinoc pod prozorom njenim
Sinoc pod prozorom njenim
opet se cula gitara
opet je plakala, opet se smijala
opet sam ostao sam
Sinoc u rukama njenim
opet je uvela ruza
nije me gledala, nije me slusala
opet sam ostao sam
Zar joj nimalo bas nije stalo
do moje ljubavi, do srca mog
il' mozda zeli samo malo
sa mnom da se igra sad
I ne znam
da l' sam sada lutka njena
il' covjek koji voli prvi put
al' ovdje nemam snage
da se vratim, nemam nade
znam, i tu je kraj
Last Night Under Her Window
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