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