Odlazis prvim, jutarnim vozom,
Karta u ruci, koferi puni.
Stojimo nemo, kraj tvog vagona,
Ulaze ljudi, gledam te poslednji put.
Ko da bi htela, jos nesto reci,
Usne se micu, a glasa nema.
Hocu da pamtis, sve nase dane,
Promrzle prste, i prvi sneg.
Jer volis stvari koje volim i ja.
Neka me cuje pola sveta.
Necu da molim ja samo pevam.
Vrati se, vrati.
Voz sporo krece, s' praznog perona.
Vreme nas izdaje, k'o nikad pre.
Samo jos ruka, otvoren prozor,
Daljina brzo, odnosi sve.
Pognute glave, krijuci bore,
Zatvaram oci, i vidim nju.
Gubim se slepo, u novom danu,
Al' sve sto jesam, ostace tu.
You are leaving, with the morning train
Ticket in your hand, suitcases are packed.
We stand in silence, in front of your coach
People are getting on the train, I'm looking at you for the last time.
It looks as though you want to say something more,
Your lips are moving, but words don't come out.
I want you to remember all our days,
Frozen fingers, and the first snow.
Because you like the same things I like.
I want half of the world to hear me.
I don't want to beg, I am just singing.
Come back, come back.
The train is slowly taking off from an empty station.
The time turns its back on us like never before.
There is only your hand, open window,
The distance quickly takes away everything.
With my head up high, hiding my wrinkles,
I close my eyes, and I see her.
I am losing myself blindly in the new day,
But everything that I am will stay here.