Billa [English translation]

There's a beetle on my chin, and it's nearing my mouth

A spider on the ceiling, hairy and silent

And something's growing on my stomach, big and black and blue

Slimy and searching, a child like I was born

And then the doorbell rings, and what's worse than that?

It rings and it rings, I gather my courage and open up

And a fine and healthy face says "can I come in?"

And I hear it clinking, so I say "be my guest"

Maybe it's easier when there's two of you

So we open up a beer, and what's better than that?

Then we end up getting drunk once more

And we drink and we drink and we sing a song

We sing hi and ho, where should we go tonight?

There's a beetle on my chin, and it's nearing my mouth

A spider on the ceiling, hairy and silent

And something's growing on my stomach, big and black and blue

Slimy and searching, a child like I was born

And then the doorbell rings, and what's worse than that?