Granda [English translation]

I won't grow fond of you

How shall I put that in plain words?

If you approach me by one step

I'll beat you black and blue

I won't grow fond of you

The medley of colors on your shirt

If you approach me by one step

I'll beat you black and blue

You tempt me with scents

You provoke with gesture

You follow me with your eyes

A four-headed dragon

You take your bearings with radars

I'm like a moving target

Sharpened teeth

I won't grow fond of you

I won't grow fond of you

How shall I put that in plain words?

If you approach me by one step

I'll beat you black and blue

I won't grow fond of you

The medley of colors on your shirt

If you approach me by one step

I'll beat you black and blue

I count to five – get lost!

Two, three, four, five

One, two, three, four, five

There won't be a quick waltz today

Two, three, four, five

One, two, three, four, five

I'm tracked by scouts

Hunting dogs scent me

Like game

That crumbles as a live bait

You laid snares

You changed the rules of the game

You blocked the ways

You bolted the door