Текст песни Йовин - Весна I

River Roads White Snow Filled
Ice between rows, like broken glass,
Scattered, crumbled with fragments.
Do not hover my longing,
Infinitely far
Between rows.

But she, spring - careless and easy,
And ice crushes her cheerful hand.
Melt-melted, happy,
Borrowed along the way.
So light me, Sveti,
My midnight is hurried.

Sleep - for the threshold, but not going back.
Ice between lines, on the courtyard Solvice.
In heaven, dawn with zareu is found,
Extraked white flag
In the uselessness of attacks
And the watch is not refundable.

Cold and fog, white snow among the hills,
River Hurricane Construction of my words ...
What to do, how to play the battle?
Slavs killed spring,
Opens the world she
And the fire - on the striking.