Bocs, Hogy [English translation]

What flusters you,

tell me now,

during let’s have fun tonight

with a fine Martini.

Your enticing body, fragile skeleton,

Beautiful DE-colletage, rocking on a fresh skin

I like your mouth too, it has its curve,

Looking at it, the taste of atmosphere changes,

NOW:

I am without a kiss, slowly without poems, if I can’t hug your colorful body!

Sorry, that

I am dying for you, really,

sorry, that

I am not a star!

But sorry, that

my heart, heart, heart,

sorry, that

it is beating just for you!

Sorry, that

I am not a movie star,

sorry, that

a blue limo is not waiting for me,

sorry, that

the music is for you,

sorry, that it is beating just for you!

Tonight it is shining,

and I enjoy the way you watch,

the place is forming,

the blood negligently

pulsates dizzy vacuously; ah!

Bumping cubes are knocking

on the glass, I say maybe

your seduction is still a riddle.

From Firday Saturday, ah, to Saturday Friday;

we are stepping on quilt-dimension: timing is fault!

Bumping cubes are knocking on the glass,

I say maybe, your seduction is still a riddle!

Sorry, that

I am dying for you, really,

sorry, that

I am not a star!

But sorry, that

my heart, heart, heart,

sorry, that

it is beating just for you!

Sorry, that

I am not a movie star,

sorry, that

a blue limo is not waiting for me,

sorry, that

the music is for you,

sorry, that it is beating just for you!

Bumping cubes,

your body is freshly salted,

fainting pillow fight

if only every night...

Bumping cubes are knocking on the glass,

I say maybe,

your seduction is still a riddle!

Sorry, that

I am dying for you, really,

sorry, that

I am not a star!

But sorry, that

my heart, heart, heart,

sorry, that

it is beating just for you!

Sorry, that

I am not a movie star,

sorry, that

a blue limo is not waiting for me,

sorry, that

the music is for you,

sorry, that it is beating just for you!

• Artist:ByeAlex (és a Slepp)
• Album:Szörpoholista