Tvoj poljubac je krivac sto ne spavamTvoje ruke su mi muke kad me ne grleKad si blizu ja osecam krizuRuke se tresu k'o na prvom plesu
Tvoj otac je krivac sto zalutahPod prozor ti dodjem i zapjevamPara ni dukata vec srce od zlataI pjesmu dajem kad ljubav kupujem
Ej, nije za te' bekrijaMladost bi ti sa mnom propalaEj, nije za te' bekrijaAl' te niko nece voljet kao ja
Your kiss is responsable for I'm not sleepingYour hands are my torment when they do not hug meWhe you're close I feel crysisHands are shaking like at first dance
Your father is guilty that i wanderI come at your window and singnot money, nor ducats, but the golden heartand a song I'm giving when i'm buying love
Hey, the drunkard is not for youYour youth will be ruined with meHey, a drunkard is not for youbut nobody will love you like I do