The first time in a dream,
then in waking life,
she won my heart,
and she forgot me.
I suffer for her,
it is the fifth year,
her eye my heart
without mercy smacks.
My friends tell me,
\"Cheda, our pal,
don\'t because of Jasna
waste your days in vain.\"
And I\'m still the same old way,
dream of Jasna and I long to,
at least once in a lifetime,
kiss her lips.