She has very long legs
and she enjoys walking.
She has a bohemian soul
and a bohemian glance.
She is in love with some boy,
love in the cornfield,
passions to be awaken.
She can talk to a nightingale,
sing the same song as it,
dream and it’s because she’s
a girl, a young girl.
She smells like an early morning,
she smells like the meadows and the sloes.
She has the colour of the evening,
of the mist and of the wheat field.
She happily runs through the cornfield,
always with a smile on her face,
great is her freedom.
She can talk to a nightingale,
sing the same song as it,
dream and it’s because she’s
a girl, a young girl.
She is in love with some boy,
love in the cornfield,
passions to be awaken.
She can talk to a nightingale,
sing the same song as it,
dream and it’s because she’s
a girl, a young girl.