The sun is rising
On a Saturday
The day is breaking
From the distance
Poor folk from all around
Await for the sun's ray
Off to Belgrade,
off to Belgrade
By a Krstich bus,
by a Krstich bus
The people are ready to leave
Eager to set on a journey
But luck they have not
I'm unfortunate
I was born that way
I sing to sing
my pain away
Dear mother, how I wish
That all this was
only a dream.
If these little roses
Could hear the pain of my heart
They would shed a tear or two
To soothe my sorrow.
They would shed a tear or two
To soothe my sorrow.