Nocny Kochanek - Dziewczyna z kebabem

Twelve złotys can kill the love in a man
You stand alone next to a small booth at the bus station
Outside it's cold, inside it's warm, a counter and a dirty window divide us
The Turk hammers the chopper - he's our executioner, he makes a dish out of lamb meat
Through the stomach you won't reach my heart - through the stomach you'll only find breakup
You ask if I feel shivers and your heart beating
I can't feel anything but the smell of garlic sauce

Chorus:
Girl with kebab, please don't open your mouth
Girl with kebab, the sauces are dripping on your tits
Girl with kebab, you hammer the chopper into my heart
Girl with kebab, leave! The door's this way

I couldn't sleep for two nights, not out of longing
For those two nights I had to ventilate my flat
Double meat, well-mixed sauce
The kebab was burning your hands, I was in love with you
I still see you walking down the streets
With onion between your teeth
Ketchup on your cheek, lamb meat in your hair
Thats' the end of the story of the kebab girl
You ask if I feel shivers and your heart beating
I can't feel anything but the smell of garlic sauce

Chorus:
Girl with kebab, please don't open your mouth
Girl with kebab, the sauces are dripping on your tits
Girl with kebab, you hammer the chopper into my heart
Girl with kebab, leave! The door's this way

My girl, beautiful as in the dreams
I can still smell kebab, I can still smell kebab
I didn't want to take, she wanted to give me
A piece of heaven, a piece of heaven