To a party in Ljubljana I arrived by train
On the platform were many people, but she was waiting for me
They were annoying me during the ride, with food and brandy
I was melting away under her fingers
She told me: "Listen my little Bosnian,
To your girl you have to make a little promise,
Cultured and nice, you will be as a stranger
Not like a fool that gets hyped up
When he crosses the border"
That night in Rio*
Between station workers and soldiers
I was giving out drinks for her,
Some really stale,
Austrian wine
Mojca, Mojca, give me a look
Because that is what I want
Aha, come on girl
Mojca, Mojca, I am just like you
Come on, let me sleep with you
Aha, that is what she wants
She whispered softly: "My dear Bosnian,
There is some truth in your talk about beauty"
And I'm like puppy without a chain
That night I got lost in the darkness
In the darkness of Ljubljana
Mojca, Mojca, give me a look
Because that is what I want
Aha, come on girl