Poljubi me [English translation]

The moon is young, the night is torrid.

The shooting stars fall down ablaze.

The sweat is dripping down my forehead.

It’s dark and I can’t see your face.

Far down below us are late night riders,

Tires are screeching, the engines roar.

All while I love you in the pitch blackness,

Of the skyscraper’s highest floor.

Kiss me, softly touch me with your lips,

With your lips that feel like crushed cherry sips.

The moon is young, the night is hot,

The stars are clustering above us,

The evening smells of the late summer,

And you of scarce meadow grass.

Just for a moment when the birght lights

Of a large neon sign spark,

I catch a glimpse of your cat eyes

Caressing me from the dark.

Kiss me, softly touch me with your lips,

With your lips that feel like crushed cherry sips.