Doralice, I really told you
To love is foolishness,
It's nonsense, illusion
I prefer to live by myself,
With the lamenting sound of my guitar
Doralice, I really told you
Look at this mess,
I’m getting involved in
Now, love, Doralice my dear,
What shall we do?
One lovely day you suddenly appeared,
I wanted to run but you insisted
Something was warning me,
It even seems I was foreseeing
I really didn’t want to marry you,
I really didn’t want to confront this danger
Doralice,
Now you must tell me,
What shall we do?