Bungādiņas [English translation]

This isn't a love story,

This story is about us

To where it will lead us

The secret of night?

In city streets

There's a noticeable fuss

Night in local light

Tiredness disappears

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, eardrums are throbbing

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, dance floor is rumbling

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, eardrums are throbbing

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, but the morning will punish us

But the morning will punish us

There's a lipstick on glass -

greetings to the world

Through the glycerin smoke

Morning is dawning

There's no more reason to wait

Will you come with me

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, eardrums are throbbing

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, dance floor is rumbling

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, eardrums are throbbing

Boom-boom, boom-boom

Boom-boom, but the morning will punish us

But the morning will punish us