Firstly,
happy birthday, beautiful
Secondly,
the night will be long
Tell your mother you’re not afraid,
the night club is far from the shootings
Thirdly,
put black on and go out
So you know, but it snows above the hills
and the boys become men
commandos in the capital of the night
They taught us at the ground to play gangs
Boy boy they shot you
Boy boy they shot you
Boy boy they shot you
We were having a good time together,
where did you disappear?
Boy boy they shot you
Boy boy they shot you
Boy boy they shot you
Fourthly,
don’t talk with women
as we don’t watch over the corpses
Here the woman is only a measurement
for his dignity in front of the people
Often,
there is a pistol in his pocket
as the boy is the son of his father
Here no one can be caught
Adonis is victim of the jungle
They taught us at the ground to play gangs
Boy boy they shot you
Boy boy they shot you
Boy boy they shot you
We were having a good time together,
where did you disappear?