Obećaj da ćeš mi pisati kada nas samo zvezde budu spajale,
a vetar nam bude donosio vesti koje razumeti nećemo.
Obećaj da ćeš mi pisati pisma duga čim se noć spusti,
želeo bih znati kakav ti je bio dan, piši mi jesi li srećna.
Obećaj da ćeš mi ponekad pisati izjutra kada se probudiš,
onako mrzovoljna, neočešljana, pre prve jutarnje kafe.
Obećaj mi da ćeš mi pisati o sitnicama i malim stvarima,
piši mi o svemu što druge ljude ne zanima, niti ih se tiče.
Obećaj da ćeš mi pisati o našem narodu, o siromaštvu,
o politici koja nam život gorči i koja nas je tiho razdvojila.
Obećaj mi da ćeš mi pisati o majci koja me čeka da se vratim,
piši mi o svim majkama koje su sinove imale, a više ih nemaju.
Obećaj mi, molim te da ćeš mi pisati o svojim snovima,
piši mi i o snovima koje sanjaš i kada si sasvim budna.
Obećaj mi da ćeš mi pisati o našoj divnoj ravnici i planinama,
u proleće mi piši ima li lastavica ili su one otišle daleko, što dalje.
Obećaj mi da sada dok voz ne krene da ćeš mi pisati o svemu,
piši mi o svojoj ljubavi prema meni i da ti jako nedostajem.
Obećaj mi samo to, i piši mi, da bih miran mogao podneti noći,
i svaki dan, i trenutak koji bez tebe moram provesti u tuđini.
Obećaj mi da ćeš mi pisati, da ima šta da me drži u životu,
piši i da me mrziš i da me ne želiš videti jer sam te ostavio.
Obećaj mi da ćeš mi pisati dok olovku budeš mogla držati,
i da mi ta pisma nikada nećeš poslati, obećaj mi, volim te.
Promise me you'll write to me when only the stars connect us,
and the wind will bring us news that we will not understand.
Promise me you'll write me long letters as soon as night falls,
I would like to know what your day was like, write me if you are happy.
Promise me you'll write to me sometimes in the morning when you wake up,
so grumpy, uncombed, before the first morning coffee.
Promise me you'll write to me about the little things,
write to me about everything that other people are not interested in or concerned about.
Promise to write to me about our people, about poverty,
about a policy that makes our lives bitter and that has quietly separated us.
Promise me you'll write to me about my mother waiting for me to come back,
write to me about all the mothers who had sons and no longer have them.
Promise me, please, that you will write to me about your dreams,
also write to me about the dreams you have when you are fully awake.
Promise me you'll write to me about our beautiful plain and mountains,
in the spring, write to me if there are swallows or if they have gone far, as far as possible.
Promise me now that the train leaves, you'll write to me about everything,
write to me about your love for me and that you miss me very much.
Promise me only that, and write to me, that I may endure the night in peace,
and every day, and the moment I have to spend in a foreign land without you.
Promise me you'll write to me, that there's something to keep me alive,
write that you hate me and don't want to see me because I left you.
Promise me you'll write to me while you can hold the pen,
and that you will never send me those letters, promise me, I love you.
