Once has met you,
You have been dressed in a tatter.
And I have thought not when,
I shall not grow fond such.

But time went,
Went, went ...
And we have a little matured.
You it is more beautiful began, I was cleverer.

And he an instant, that instant has come
I have understood that with you are in love.
But as to you to me to approach, I do not know.
Now more beautifully you, in my opinion are not present
Yes in other you and know it.

But time went,
Went, went ...
And I on former only about you dream.
About my God, give me to master,
I only want you to embrace,
To embrace, embrace ...

Ah, if you have understood,
As I am strong you I wish.
Likely you would find me,
What not be the villain.

But time all goes,
Goes, goes ...
And I even more often on you grieve,
About my God, my God, what I the idiot.
In fact approach to you I cannot.

Ah if all the same I could,
You to embrace and in a kiss to merge.
About My God what I the idiot,
Well on what could not is more courageous will be born.

Well for now, while ...
I look at you, I dream
About My God what I the idiot,
That at you to her love I appeal.