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Pedeset je pola do stotkeFifty is halfway to a hundredI doba kad ne voliš više svoje fotke,and the age when you no longer like your photos,Al valjalo je odraditi taj put,but that road had to be travelled,Uzbrdo, nizbrdo i uvijek iznova u krug.uphill, downhill and round in circles, again and again.

Mnogi dragi ljudi više nisu tu,Many dear people are no longer here,Samo katkad još navrate u snu,they only drop by now and then in dreams,Čuvaš trenutke jer znaš koliko vrijede,you treasure the moments because you know what they're worth,I ne skrivaš više svoje sijede.and you no longer hide your grey hair.

Pet puta deset,Five times ten,Skupilo se svega,so much has piled up,A tako je malo,and yet so littleŠto za sreću treba.is needed for happiness.

Pet puta deset,Five times tenNosiš sa sobom,you carry with you,Jurcaš oko sunca,racing around the sunSa planetom ovom.together with this planet.

Pedeset je pola do stotkeFifty is halfway to a hundredI doba kad sa sjetom gledaš stare fotke,and the age when you look at old photos wistfully,Uspomene drage što polako blijede,dear memories slowly fading,I kao takve samo više vrijede.and worth all the more for it.

Mnoge tople noći odavno su stale,Many warm nights stopped long ago,Al ne i zvijezde što i tad su sjale,but not the stars that were shining back then,Ne možeš vratiti dobre stare dane,you can't bring back the good old days,Čuvaš ih u srcu dok guraš dalje.you keep them in your heart as you push on.

Pet puta deset,Five times ten,Skupilo se svega,so much has piled up,A tako je malo,and yet so littleŠto za sreću treba.is needed for happiness.

Pet puta deset,Five times tenNosiš sa sobom,you carry with you,Jurcaš oko sunca,racing around the sunSa planetom ovom.together with this planet.

Pedeset ljeta pola je vijeka,Fifty summers make half a century,Stisni gas, tek na pol si brijega …step on the gas, you're only halfway up the hill …