Eau-de-vie de Dantzick
Gold leaf floating in brandy
Oh, May, May, liqueur glasses
Stained glass in my bar,
Purple rain falling on the streets

Girl, bar girl,
You already in your serge kimono?
Your pale indigo stripes?
White peony flowers,
Don't touch, pollen will scatter everywhere, the scent will scatter everywhere.

Oh, May, May, your voice is
The sweet sounds of a flute under the paulownia flowers,
The softness of a young black cat's fur,
Melting my heart, Japanese shamisen
Eau-de-vie de Dantzick

It's May, it's May —