My beloved girl loves me not.
Waiting for an answer I am here in the spot,
But the beloved girl that loves me not,
Of me surely forgot.
However the beloved girl that loves me not
Of me have forgot,
Despair I shall not,
For hope is the last to be lost.
Looking at the sky and rising sun
I smile of joy and fun,
Imagining my sweet girl as an
Angel, I shall fear no sword or gun.
For girl, of you I shall not flee,
Even because I love thee,
I imagine you as a giant tree,
Offering a sweet shade just for me.
Sweet and gentle star,
How mighty girl you are;
Guide me in this path of war
And show me the secret kingdom away so far…
Beijinhos, La Bohemie.