Санта Лючия [Santa Lucia] [English translation]

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa

Strange dances, bad manners, pick flowers in a garden

From night to the morning you look for responses with stroboscope rays

Uninvited guest, but the most desired prodigal son of the street

The son in a pocket, weapon-dance and you such not one

Hook:

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa

Make so that people didn't offend the poor musician

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, he is a guy not bad

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, become for he native

Every night you fly up highly in order that in the morning strongly to fall

Dangerous games, courageous dreams - you don't wanna wait any more

Misunderstood, outcast, but complete of hopes, pulse overtakes bit

Cruel romantic, vicious dreamer on the fire burns

Burns

Hook:

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa

Make so that people didn't offend the poor musician

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, he is a guy not bad

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, become for he native

Musician's song, Santa Lucia

Look in my eyes, but only, but only don't treat me

Sharp as Chile, I sweet as bee honey I

And you know, that this party, there will be long-long

Anything sacred, and so what?

Ask this question to myself again and again

Here and you are ready, are ready for defense

It means, except me nobody will touch you

My eyes, slide off on your lips

I see, that they so much like nightclubs

I so communicate, it especially between us

With you I'll be gentle-gentle, with you I'll be rough

Hook:

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa

Make so that people didn't offend the poor musician

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, he is a guy not bad

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, become for he native