Twelve zlotys can kill love in a man
You are standing alone by a small booth near the bus station
It's cold outside and warm inside, separated by a counter and a dirty window
The Turk sticks a cleaver, this is our mutton executioner making a dish
You can't reach me through the stomach to the heart
Through the stomach after parting
You ask if I feel the shiver and the beating of your heart
I can't smell anything but the stench of garlic sauce from your mouth

Kebab girl, please don't open your mouth
Kebab girl, sauces are dripping down your breasts
Girl with a kebab, you stick a cleaver in my heart
Kebab girl get out of here there's a door

I didn't sleep for two nights, not that I missed it
I aired the apartment for two whole nights
Double meat sauce well mixed
The kebab burned your hands I was in love with you
I still see you walking the streets
With an onion between your teeth
On the cheek ketchup hair in mutton
This is the end of the story about the kebab girl
You ask if I feel the shiver and the beating of your heart
I can't smell anything but the stench of garlic sauce from your mouth

Kebab girl, please don't open your mouth
Kebab girl, sauces are dripping down your breasts
Girl with a kebab, you stick a cleaver in my heart
Kebab girl get out of here there's a door

The girl is beautiful as in dreams
Still feeling the kebab
Still feeling the kebab
I didn't want to take, she wanted to give me
A piece of heaven
A piece of heaven
The girl is beautiful as in dreams
Still feeling the kebab
Still feeling the kebab
I didn't want to take, she wanted to give me
A piece of heaven
A piece of heaven