“Sa izvora moje sreće” (“From the Source of My Happiness”) contains a small, devastating reversal. The narrator once drank from the source of happiness; now it has become a river of pain. The image suggests that the same relationship which nourished the speaker has changed its current, leaving everything barren after the beloved’s departure. A few ordinary remnants—memories, a grain of hope, empty glasses—are all that remain of a love that once seemed abundant.

The metaphor works because it does not make the past false. The source was real; the happiness mattered. The tragedy is that the water no longer reaches the narrator in the same way. This is not a song about discovering that a love was always bad, but about losing something that once sustained you. Its repeated contrast between flowing water and a withered world gives heartbreak a landscape, turning absence into a place the singer now inhabits.

Mevlija Džambić Mikica’s folk-ballad setting gives the refrain room to linger on that transformation. I found little independent song-specific coverage, so the reading rests on the lyric rather than an assumed audience consensus. “Sa izvora moje sreće” is at its most affecting when it acknowledges that grief can come from the same place joy once did. The river did not begin as pain. It became pain because the person who made it a source of happiness is gone.