There was once a great stir in some city
a beautiful surprise performance was performed
everybody was having a great time, however there was an exception
A young lady in the first row took everything for nothing
even the fact, that the singer sung only for this lady
and though he lost his thoughts for her, she laughed, she clapped
In the second act the singer now sung much more cautiously
the young lady however, was continuously not serious
until the moment, when suddenly, suddenly among the play
came the words:
Don't play around dear(feminine) don't play around
after all you're not a miracle
not right away, dear(feminine) not right away
not right away you'll melt my heart into ice
A different time I was invited to an art show
for exhibitions late at night in deep cellars
whether those were canvases of John or Kanty
I don't remember that
There were huge images, colorful canvases
with non-modest women moody sketches
fortunately, they were dead by nature's law
Don't play around, dear(feminine) don't play around...
There was also one moment,; which I won't forget
there was one a dreamy night and unfounded hopes
because of a girl from one end of the hall similar to a rose
whose dancing destroyed my peace of heart
That's when an incredible, extremely weird case happened
I myself don't know how it went
It's hard to talk about
I only remember one thing today
how I sang to her
"Lips are silent, the soul sings
lips are silent, the world sounds"
but the girl didn't hear
already occupied by dancing
in the dance she sung to somebody that which I remember so well:
"Do not play, dear(masculine) do not play
after all you're not a miracle
not right away, dear(masculine) not right away
not right away you'll melt my heart into ice"
Don't play around dear(feminine) don't play around
after all you're not a miracle
not right away, dear(feminine) not right away
not right away you'll melt my heart into ice!