Strada Popa Nan [English translation]

In Popa Nan there is an old bearded photographer

Kids on the street say he's a God.

He knows either you're good or bad

from your face, from your face.

Under a pipe, there is the statue of a grey girl

holding a basket of cement grapes

Down in the house there are three grey girls

with indecent behaviour

Chorus x2

Popa Nan is a street to Traian Hall

from Foişor to Vitan Market.

At a corner, is a florist that sells us flowers

Always cries for nothing and has curly hair

When she rarely laughs, only on holidays,

All her flowers have no price.

Chorus x2

In Popa Nan there's a barbershop with no customers

Old people stay in its door talking around

And the bald and fat barber sings

some party songs

Chorus x2

Daily, a postman with coffee eyes is there

All the girls read from him and write him post cards

But his girl that was in the neighbourhood

she is nowhere to be found, nowhere...

Chorus x4