You heard of Zlatni Bokal
It is a very sketchy tavern
But the chef is a real champion.
I was sitting alone
Drinking Jack and Coke
When I heard a voice:
"I recognize you from the TV.
You are the pride of our region.
My nine-year-old daughter
Knows every song of yours, every line."
Those wonderful words,
Prompted me to offer him a seat (he has been waiting for that).
He said: "Hm, I am in the orchestra,
The one singing is my sister,
We have been here for a month and a half.
We wouldn't want to harass you,
But we would like to play something.
It is one schlager*, yours, of course,
we would like to hear what you think."
And then he said: "Mirka, my only love,
Who is touching you now?
Who is playing outside your window?
Mirka, we could have had a happy life,
If you had found the right way
To my sad heart."
I promised to help him
As much as I could
But I am just a singer.
He said: "All the producers
Are just failed conductors, nobody has the vision.
We have been playing for years,
But we haven't earned much.
Listen to us at least one more time,
This is the real thing, a big hit!"
And then he said: "Mirka, my only love,
Who is touching you now?
Who is playing outside your window?
Mirka, we could have had a happy life,
If you had found the right way
To my sad heart."
We had a very long talk afterward, about music -
What else, we drank a lot.
Since then I haven't been working a lot,
I am not trying to find an excuse,
But that is the reason.
That performance,
Appears like a hallucination,
It is haunting me, torturing, coming back,
Always, like a boomerang,
That silly, lovely chorus.
And then he said: "Mirka, my only love,
Who is touching you now?
Who is playing outside your window?
Mirka, we could have had a happy life,
If you had found the right way
To my sad heart."