Оригинален текст
Behind my ears shiny Moon I wear.
Over my nose there is always hair.
I sing the songs to the moonlight,
Collecting kisses in the night,
But if you want to kiss me,
At the chime of midnight it should be,
When midnight strikes and the day is gone
You should sing me this old song.
"Happy, happy birthday to you.
Happy, happy birthday to you."