There’s a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She’s innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
Prevod na srpski
Mesec iznad Ulice Burbon
Večeras ulicu Burbon obasjava mesečina
Vidim lica dok prolaze ispod slabe svetlosti lampe
Nemam drugog izbora do da sledim taj poziv
Jaka svetla, ljude, mesec i ostalo
Svakog se dana molim da budem jak
Jer znam da ono što radim mora da je pogrešno
Oh, nikad mi nećete videti senku ni čuti zvuk mojih koraka
Dok ulicu Burbon obasjava mesečina
Postao sam ovo što jesam pre mnogo godina
Zarobljen sam u ovom životu kao nevino janje
Sada promaljam nos samo u podne
I možete me videti kako šetam samo po mesečini
Obod mog šešira skriva oči zveri
Ja imam lice grešnika ali ruke sveštenika
Oh, nikad mi nećete videti senku ni čuti zvuk mojih koraka
Dok ulicu Burbon obasjava mesečina
Ona svakoga dana šeta ulicama Nju Orleansa
Ona je nevina i mlada iz imućne porodice
Mnogo puta sam noću stajao pred njenim prozorom
Boreći se protiv svojih nagona na bledoj mesečini
Kako je moguće da sam ovakav kad se molim Bogu svevišnjem
Mora da volim ono što uništim i uništim ono što volim
Oh, nikad mi nećete videti senku ni čuti zvuk mojih koraka
Dok ulicu Burbon obasjava mesečina