Balada o ćaćinom satu [English translation]

Dad had a watch in a small pocket,

The one of a kind, that no one else has anymore;

From it time spilled like a milk,

Like vine that ran away from its cork.

When dad would stop to wipe his forehead

Watch would also stop and wisely it would be quiet

It didn't have a heart to count down the hour

for a man who'd tired sit to lunch.

Dad had a watch in a small pocket,

The one of a kind, that no one else has anymore;

From it time spilled like a milk,

Like vine that escaped from its cork

Dad could manage without a watch

by a rooster, by a cat, by south wind in the air,

but it could be that he felt stronger

with clock that lit in the dark.

People say, they grew old together

Watch was a heart in dad's body

And you couldn't tell what was that what murmured, knocked,

What run hot blood through a vessel.

Till both of them stayed without a voice,

Till earth said its final,

One still doesn't know what cracked, stopped,

Because on them everything was like new.

On dad's clock it erases and gets lost

That time in gold and that fingers rough.

That time in gold, that leut that rows,

On dad's clock, it shall not come back.

• Artist:Oliver Dragojević