I love the town,
And I love the house one
For I love this house
That there lived a little gin.
No one, no one must be able,
Where I'm in a hurry again and again.
About it only God knows
And only you, my love.
Are you waiting for the darkness under the foliage
In the midnight hour, at the fixed hour.
Seeing the gentle face of yours,
I love a hundred times more