He has a rather pleasant face
He lets himself be loved just like the girls do
Then he look at you laughingly
Surely, of course, it's disarming
He makes a date with you one day
If he showed up, that'd be too easy
We wait like an idiot
He is really made for love
I'll just have to look at him
I want to sing
To run in the fields
With springtime
To sing for me
To cry out my joy
As soon as I see him
He look like me like 'that'
Then he says to me softly
''Come, we will love''
I don't dare breath
How its good to love him
Tra la la la ...
That'll be my last fling
Oh my god, hope it lasts
If one day I shouldn't see him again
I would be disgusted by love
He has so many women around him
Who prowl around his shoulders...
So, I'm here, I hang to him
Really, only him sees that funny
I'll just have to look at him
I want to sing
To run in the fields
With springtime
To sing for me
To cry out my joy
As soon as I see him
He look like me like 'that'
Then he says to me softly
''Come, we will love''
I don't dare breath
How its good to love him
Tra la la la ...