Ispod škura [English translation]

She lived on the end of our town

I stood under windows

I sang songs to her, sang serenades

and she poured pot of hot water on me

Everybody spread that she's as pretty as Madonna

and I called her with song

I wrote stories to her, sang ballads

Her mom shot me with onion

Chorus:

Like she didn't know that I'll come again

that I'll call her in the morning or the midnight

that I'll come to sing under windows

that I'll come to sing serenades to her

Like she didn't know that she can't be saved

that I'll call Jole when I lose my voice

that I'll come to sing old songs

and ballads under windows

She lived on the end of our town

I stood under windows

I sang songs to her, sang serenades

and she poured pot of hot water on me

You're as pretty as rose, let me marry you

then you will find peace

and so that's good that I'm strenuous and noisy

she doesn't know that yet, but I'll need band to drink

Chorus x1

Kid, go to hell!

You sing just how donkey brays

I'll shoot you with a tomato!

Oh what?

I'll come down there

and slap you in the face,

then you will sing better!

Hahahah!

Chorus x1

That I'll come to sing old songs

and ballads under windows

• Artist:Zaratino