In a street by the river
of my town,
white blossoms unfold their flame
arching over chestnut trees,

they know nothing about me
and you,
about our steps,
or that I see them in your eyes,
in my soul,
see those white blossoms,
the blue sky,
your eyes.

Na ulici ob reki

Na ulici ob reki
v mojem mestu,
beli cvetovi razpirajo
svoj plamen preko kostanjev,

ničesar ne vejo o meni
in tebi,
o najinih korakih,
da jih vidim v tvojih očeh,
v svoji duši,

bele cvetove,
modro nebo,
tvoje oči.