Ai Eu Chorei

Ah, if the singer were out of tune
If the musicians hadn't rehearsed
But those sons of a gun have talent
And encouraged me for this event

So I went to the gate, clapped my hands
But the damn woman came out with someone else
You won't believe it, it was like a soap opera
The band stopped and I suffered acapella

And then I cried, cried so beautifully and I didn't even rehearse
And then I cried with a choked voice, and I didn't sing out of tune

And then I cried, cried so beautifully and I didn't even rehearse
And then I cried with a choked voice, and I didn't sing out of tune
And I don't even know how to sing!

Ah, if the singer were out of tune