Na njenom vencanju
Saban Saulic
At Her Wedding
Sometimes in the autumn days
when the autumn wind
and the last little leaf
falls from the branches
it hurts me like an old wound
from the memory of the day
of her wedding
Chorus.
In the noisy crowd, she stood there silent
covered by a veil, now a stranger
and I, like a beggar in my old suit
cried like a child at her celebration
After that, I wandered for a long time
restlessness carried me
through paths of pain
hanging out with sorrow
and I hated all weddings
all the white dresses
and those sad Sundays
Chorus.
The days from the past are far away
now I'm happy
life is smiling at me
beside another woman
but sometimes a wind
brings me for a moment
old memories
Chorus.