Having arrived in Zagreb, content with every pleasure,
I stumbled upon a girl from Hrvace then and there.
The mighty arrows of love clouded up my mind,
the breath of hot cherry lips drove me into lust.
I spoiled my darling, gave her everything I had,
but then I saw her with another — that’s when rage took hold.
She devalued my reason, defiled all my effort,
without mercy, the whore ran me aground.
A word or two in the shade of pines, from some cold Vlach guy —
talking to a slut isn’t much of a deed.
But what I overheard froze me to the bone —
the girl betrayed me, dear to my heart.
I lost my head, drew my knife,
grabbed him by the collar, cut him to the bone.
Driven by blind madness, overwhelmed by pain —
she wasn't my darling for nothing, dear to my heart.
I resolved to defend myself, to explain my sin,
but they gave me prison, not even a flicker of hope.
And though she cursed me, wrecked my home,
I still love that little beast, dear to my heart.