Tonight's (the night of) crescent* (*"young moon"), good evening all the ladies
I'm coming down in bars
There's some kid on piano playing our song
what makes me dreadfully nervous
sleek voice asks me: do u have villa over Zagreb
or car with dimmed glasses
Hey girl, sugar, I don't have for dinner
for small vodka, brandy
Hey girl, sugar, I am celestial bird
and that's my destiny
Through my empty pockets
winds are passing me by
And through shoes, autumn's rains
Through my empty pockets
winds are passing me by
and through shoes, autumn's rains
O o o o o o o o o o ...
Tonight's the crescent, good evening all the ladies
I'm coming down in bars
There's some kid on piano playing our song
what makes me dreadfully nervous
Hey girl, sugar, I don't have for dinner
for small vodka, brandy
Hey girl, sugar, I'm celestial bird
and like that I'll die