I’m a modest songwriter
and I want to sing you a human story,
since I know he loves you:
the author of this plea
If you see her, songwriter, tell her I am happy
She led me, many times, to request you a song, to toast for her happiness
If you see her, songwriter, tell her clearly in your song
that her enchantment arises in my eyes as a brand-new Spring, every day
Don’t tell her that you found me very sad and very tired
Don’t tell her that without her I feel devastated
If you see her, songwriter, quickly come to my place
And if you lie me, try to cheer up my heart;
tell me again that she loves me, still
Don’t tell her that you found me very sad and very tired
Don’t tell her that without her I feel devastated
If you see her, songwriter, quickly come to my place
And if you lie me, try to cheer up my heart;
tell me again that she loves me, nonetheless