Mala Sara - Тонка Як Голка

I walked in, the
DJ’s stunned, forgot
Where the play button is.
The bartender dropped his glass.
The security guard whistled.
Everyone asks, who is she.
I say, there’s only one like me.
The moment
I took a step, the whole dance floor followed.
I wanted to be polite and pretty, not for nothing, why hide such beauty.