She wore a silk waistcoat
Like in a folk song
And a little cross, a sign on the necklace
that she’s been waiting for someone, allegedly.
Oh, that was the wedding
Everyone garnished and dressed-up
And were playing so good
Even better than we were paid for.
But, that’s another story...
I wore a cashmere scarf
And a vest embroided with secrets
Exactly the kind of man her aunts with perms
were keeping her away from.
She was looking at me like a doe
infatuated by a sad song.
Whom you belong to, spotted chick,
Why aren’t you meant for me?
Oh, well…
Hey, let down your hair full of pollen
Come one, in spite of the witches!
Hey, raise the skirt above the knees,
I know you’ve been hiding “czardas“
I told her “Move on, let go of me,
and look for a better catch
My guitar is too small
To hide you from the rain”.
I told her: “I am here just
To make the time go faster
I wear the wandering boots
It is hard to love me…”
Well, it is...
Come one, let down your hair full of pollen
Come one, in spite of the witches!
Hey, raise the skirt above the knees,
I know you’ve been hiding “czardas“
Hey, fly down, you little bird
Right here, on my golden strings
The fire is spreading all over your eyes
Break something up and dance, fast and wild.