Poljsko cvijeće [English translation]

The swallows are coming, expanding the wings,

and everyone are kissing,

like when you were mine,

the bozur is flourishing to someone else,

you are on my heart,

the onlyone, and the damn are you.

Field flowers,

let it cover me young,

let the clouds kiss my soul,

when you don't want me,

if there were luck, so my eyes cannot see you,

i wouldn't know that the kisses on you are strange.

Field flowers,

let it cover me young,

let the clouds kiss my soul,

when you don't want me,

if there were luck, so my eyes cannot see you,

i wouldn't know that the kisses on you are strange.

it is easy to me to swear

to blood and to honor,

but i give up when i remember us,

woman's tear is falling often,

but the sky is wrote it,

only when man cry.

Field flowers,

let it cover me young,

let the clouds kiss my soul,

when you don't want me,

if there were luck, so my eyes cannot see you,

i wouldn't know that the kisses on you are strange.

Field flowers,

let it cover me young,

let the clouds kiss my soul,

when you don't want me,

if there were luck, so my eyes cannot see you,

i wouldn't know that the kisses on you are strange.

• Artist:Toše Proeski
• Album:Pratim te (2005)