Zarjavele trobente [English translation]

One nostalgic evening

Franz and Lisa

were dancing on the trapeze

at the Circus of Qua-la-bladalah.

Franz has forgot Lisa

somewhere high in the air.

He has looked into her eyes

on the parquet of Qua-la-bladalah.

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He wanted elephants to fly

to wake her up, to wake her up,

rusty trumpets to play their music

to wake her up, to wake her up.

Giraffes, monkeys and tigers,

African lions are sad.

Franz has listened to the trumpets,

torn the circus posters.

Franz has forgot Lisa

somewhere high in the air.

He has looked into her eyes

on the parquet of Qua-la-bladalah.

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