Frida was my queen
Frida was my queen
Frida was my queen
But no one was her king
I worked
and she waited
she waited
for it to become dark
She wondered
Why I don't know how to enjoy
I told her
(I have trouble with this one)
Underneath us
Beds busted
We banged (literally)
Until the day comes in (with a bang, you could say)
(Can't think of what gadjao means at the moment)
But I didn't guess
That bullet of hers
Isn't "contented" (?)
Frida, I'm not your "dida"(?)
You have good ears
Listen through them
You were my one and only catapult
and I was only a "sprih" (?)
Frida was my queen
Frida was my queen
Frida was my queen
But no one was her king