Tonight it's the young (crescent) moon
I go down into bars.
Down there some guy is playing our song on the piano
and it pisses me off horribly.
A sweet (flirtatious) voice asks me: Do you have a villa above Zagreb?
Or a car with tinted windows?
Hey girl, sugar, I don't have enough (money) for dinner
enough for a little vodka, brandy.
Hey girl, sugar, I am a bird of the heavens,
and that is my destiny.
Through my empty pockets
winds are passing
And through my shoes, rains, autumn.
Through my empty pockets
winds are passing
And through my shoes, rains, autumn.
O o o o o o o o o o ...
Tonight it's the young (crescent) moon
I go down into bars.
Down there some guy is playing our song on the piano
and it pisses me off horribly.
Hey girl, sugar, I don't have enough (money) for dinner
enough for a little vodka, brandy.
Hey girl, sugar, I am a bird of the heavens
and as such I will die