I enter on my tiptoes
That I wouldn't spoil your dream
I come with the moonlight
And I bring in my pocket
A heart like a pastry
Sprinkled with sugar
Bitten by your lips
Good afternoon, my dear
I have something to give you
It isn't jewels
But it is only yours
Good afternoon, my dear
I have something to give you
Ripe like an apple
This Balkan soul
I have worn out dreams
Like old shoes
That which I have left
And that little - it's yours
A heart like a pastry
Sprinkled with sugar
Bitten by your lips