Текст и перевод песни Sergej Ćetković - Ne Placi

Ne Placi

Mali je svijet da primi moje korake,
Tiha muzika za moje uzdahe,
Slabi su vjetrovi dušu da mi ponesu,
Slaba ti riječ da mi pruži utjehu,
Kažeš da te bol na mene podsjeća,
Miriši neba i toplog proljeća,
Sve da te misli meni teske odvode,
I rane jagode
Ne plači, neću plakati ni ja,
Svaki poraz bi moja sudbina,
Oprosti ljubav što ću slutjeti,
Oprosti možda što ću ljubiti
U svakom snu me tvoje ruke progone,
U tom se bude sve moje godine,
U igri neba i vjeće svjetlosti,
Možda ću kao tajnu tebe otkriti

Don't Cry

The world is too small to accommodate my steps,
Quiet music for my sighs,
Winds are too feeble to carry away my soul,
Your words are too weak to provide me with comfort,
You say that pain reminds you of me,
Scents of heaven and warm spring,
All your thoughts lead me to heavy ones,
And early strawberries
Don't cry, I won't cry either,
Every defeat would be my fate,
Forgive me, my love, for I will fly away,
Forgive me, perhaps, for I will love
In every dream, your hands haunt me,
In that, all my years will awaken,
In the play of heavens and eternal light,
Maybe I will uncover you as a secret