Nem Figa Nem Reza

I wish no one calls you queen
That the mouth you kiss after mine
I wish it doesn't bring you pleasure

I hope you find a direction
But in love, you have no luck
And if you make love with someone else
Make love with him, but think of me

You can say that the curse of past love doesn't stick
Be careful not to falter your heart
Cross your fingers and pray
So when you miss me, the curse won't stick

You can say that the curse of past love doesn't stick
But I know you'll slip up at any time
Neither finger, nor prayer
Will stop you from coming to find me