Citron Pesma [English translation]

If I could only study to be a wizard,

To get a cylinder and have fun with that magic,

To pull white rabbits out of my sleeves,

And to whack you with that wand as I would with a rolling pin.

Eh when you don’t want it to be civil, I’ll have to try with a magic rod

To make you confused and fall in love already.

Chorus:

When the small angels won’t, the small devils will fix it

For Lenka to eventually fall in love with me..

Everything’s suffering and dreaming, going through various phases.

Eh love has to hurt as well.

If I could learn how to sow,

Start the machine and fix my velvet suit.

Then wait for you around a corner and punch you,

Then roll you up - one, two, - under that comfy suit.

Eh when you don’t want it to be civil, I’m forced to try with the velvet suit,

When you don’t want it to be civil and democratic!

Chorus:

When the small angels won’t, the small devils will fix it

For Lenka to eventually fall in love with me..

Everything’s suffering and dreaming, going through various phases.

Eh love has to hurt as well.

If I had that fluro yellow paint,

When it’s cloudy and dark

To go through your streets like a blizzard,

And draw an erotic graffiti, they say I’m talented for it.

Eh when you don’t want it to be civil, I’m forced to try with citrus yellow

To expose all my emotions to you.

Chorus: 2x

When the small angels won’t, the small devils will fix it

For Lenka to eventually fall in love with me..

Everything’s suffering and dreaming, going through various phases.

Eh love has to hurt as well.

That guitar of yours meows!