Kakvi to glasovi cuju se u mraku,
Nad nocnim poljem, visoko u zraku?
Ko li to pjeva? Ah, nista, sitnica:
Jedna u letu poludjela ptica.

Nadlijece sebe i oblake trome,
S vjetrom se igra i pjeva o tome.
Svu svoju vjeru u krilima noseci,
Kuda to leti, sto bi htjela doseci?

Nije li vrijeme da gnijezdo vije?
Kad bude hladno da se u njem grije.
Ko li te posla pjevati u tminu?
Sleti u nizu, u bolju sudbinu.

Ne mari za to poludjela ptica.
Pjeva o vjetru sto je svu golica.
A kad je umor jednom bude srvo,
Nece za odmor nac nijedno drvo.

Who is it that sings in the night
Above the dark fields, high out of sight?
Who is it calling? Ah, it’s nothing,
Just a crazy bird flying.

It soars above lazy clouds,
Playing with the wind, so loud.
All its faith in a wing,
Where does it go, what will it bring?

Should not it be in its nest now?
Wintertime is for settling down.
Who allowed you out into the gloom?
Return to earth now, safe from doom.

It worries not, this crazy bird aflight.
It still sings as it soars through the night.
When it tires from flying, that will be it,
Not a single tree, nothing left upon to sit.