With the flowers that your gardener waters
I will make the lace of my hat.
With the flowers that are born in your window
I will make the buckle of my belt.
And then I'll ask to kiss your mouth
and you'll see that you get crazy, without meaning it.
Kisses and flowers, flowers and kisses.
I only live just for that:
For a love that I'll give you night and day
I'll kiss you restlessly, my darling.
Kisses and flowers, flowers and kisses.
I only live just for that.
In the mount, hunting, over the snow,
I call you in low voice to see if you come.
And my horse gallops by the mountains
to see me wounded by your eyelashes.
And then I'll take you with my horse
to put my heart on your lips.