{Part 1: Nasim};
At the top of the mountain, you are Velenjak.
I know a strange house.
The smell of night with city light
I just want it in public.
;{Chorus: Nasim};
Pulls a cigarette roll.
He plays gypsy guitar
What are you going to do with it؟
What are you going to do with it؟
His skin is greener
The look of attraction is mine.
I wish he would smile
I wish he would smile
;{bridge: breeze};
The first time I saw him
It was with a bottle of whiskey
I said, "Calm down, boy."
He said, "Now you tell me what the whiskey is."
;{Chorus: Nasim};
Pulls a cigarette roll.
He plays gypsy guitar
What are you going to do with it؟
What are you going to do with it؟
His skin is greener
The look of attraction is mine.
I wish he would smile.
I wish he would smile
