Bezdan [English translation]

I am no longer in your prayers,

They no longer follow me on my way.

But night threatens me,

midnight and waste dark

Oh, when they get hold of me.

You no longer love me,

When I come back you’re not awake

You don’t burn

Our strange star is fading out,

A false, silver thing.

I travel far away

Wind offers me some rhymes, I buy (them),

They fit with your name,

A few verses as a gift.

I no longer listen to

what you whisper in your dreams

I’m afraid (to hear) whom you’re mentioning.

And you’re getting more distant,

yet (getting) closer to me,

Like it's starting again…

But you don’t love me,

That always happens to someone else,

You speak, but I don’t know where are you anymore,

Does someone know that?

What have I done?

What a sad humoresque!

(I have) built, beneath cities of sand,

Deep abyss without a bottom.

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević