Lacrimosa

Hush… Strings are weeping silently…
Like… They are singing a lullaby…
This… Plain without a single tree
Will open to take a child…
Her embrace was not enough
To save his soul… All alone…
And she came with the swan song on her lips…
Evening breeze was listening…
ÓLacrimosaÔ, she said: ÓCry upon my fate… Ô
ÓLacrimosaÔ
DoÚla je sestra Jelena,
Dovela brata ranjena,
Da traÞI s mora doktora,
Bratu rane da vida.
Boga ti, s mora doktore,
Êta ti se èini od rana?
Boga mi, sestro Jeleno,
Pripremi bratu Úto nemaÚ