Žuta Ruža - The Frajle, Zeljko Bebek

Miruj, miruj srce ti,

suzo nemoj padati,

palo inje po nama,

vjetri hladni s Dunava.

Miruj, miruj, zalud je,

jer nas ona ne cuje,

kog je sada opila,

zuta ruza s Dunava.

Necu, necu zoru prespavati,

necu, necu dragu prevariti,

necu, samo da jos jednom

cujem ja tamburase s Dunava.

Rest, rest your heart,

don't fall in tears

fell on us,

cold winds from the Danube.

Stand still, stand still, it's in vain,

because she can't hear us,

who she's drunk now,

yellow rose from the Danube.

I will not, I will not sleep at dawn,

I will not, I will not deceive my dear,

I won't, just one more time

I hear tambourines from the Danube.