Bastava [English translation]

A smile in return to a smile,

It was enough.

A room for two and no any gold altar -

It was enough.

In a room of one European hotel

It could be possible to continue talking or joking

Or exchanging a slap in the face of reconciliation.

The one who surrenders, wins, he is offended and tells it.

How have we come to wish to each other a lot of bad, I don't know,

How have we let ourselves say that everyone does what he can?

The walking in the center of the city in clear midday,

It was enough,

To foreseen your boredom, to settle scores with the hate,

It was enough.

To do without good manners which make confused and steel the space and depth,

And to throw each other under ice water and to accept that all passes.

How have we come to wish to each other a lot of bad, I don't know,

How have we let ourselves say that everyone does what he can?

How have we driven each other, you and me,

How have we let ourselves say that everyone does the best for himself,

It was enough.

To tell everything,

Even if after you understand a little what you've told,

To chew words, to remain in vertical,

It was enough.

This night is opening my eyes and looking at us,

It sees the poor caresses of the war.

This night is opening my eyes and looking at us,

It sees the silver tears which are falling down on the ground.

How have we come to wish to each other a lot of bad, I don't know,

How have we let ourselves say that everyone does what he can?

(It was enough)

That everyone does what he can,

(It was enough)

It was enough,

It was enough,

It was enough.

Remember, how much it was enough,

It was enough,

It was enough,

It was enough.