I got drunk and we are late, but even though it's my fault
walk so we may catch the last tram
Draga drung[1] the little bell,
Draga drung in the evening
Draga drung the little bell,
may it take us little by little to our old crib
Our poor youth passes very miserably,
but accelerate your steps, so we may reach the end
Draga drung and if we find a seat
you will bed yourself and like it
Draga drung and if we find a seat,
let me lie on you, because I am wasted
We are commuting via tram and other via big taxis
For us the fours and the doubles and for the others the sixes[2]
Draga drung[1] the little bell,
Draga drung in the evening
Draga drung the little bell,
Draga drung such a pity, that you are such a poor lad