Югославия (Yugoslavia)

Over the evening Danube, it spreads
White color, white color, white color
And a melody comes to mind
From the past, from the past, from the past
But the simple words of our song
Have melted away like flocks of birds
You’re going into the fire, Yugoslavia!
Without me, without me, without me!

For the night under the leaden hail
For the fact that I’m not by your side
Forgive me, my sister — Yugoslavia!
For the death in the spring rain
For not being your salvation
Forgive me, my sister — Yugoslavia!

With your dark-eyed, lost girl
You stand on the other shore
But I can’t reach that shore
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
Over the evening Danube, it spreads
White color, white color, white color
And a melody comes to mind
From the past, from the past, from the past

For the night under the leaden hail
For the fact that I’m not by your side
Forgive me, my sister — Yugoslavia!
For the death in the spring rain
For not being your salvation
Forgive me, my sister — Yugoslavia!