Who looks at her, who caresses her?
Who makes love to her and leaves her?
Who gets so close to her body,
Without knowing that I still love her?
Who makes her forget my name?
Which voodoo wizard, which demon
Caught her in its spells
Without knowing that I still love her?
I still love her
How does it feel?1
I'm not ashamed to admit
That I'm lost without her arms,
That I cry when she's not there,
When I picture her giving herself away
To some other man whom she can love,
Whom she can love
Who touches her, and who taints her?
Which bastard lies in her bed?
Who kisses her, and who devours her
Without knowing that I still love her?
Who may have made her cry,
And who forces her to forge me?
I'm sure that she thinks she's wrong,
Without knowing that I still love her
Oh, I still love her
How does it feel?
I'm not ashamed to admit
That I'm lost without her arms,
That I cry when she's not there,
When I picture her giving herself away
To some other man whom she can love,
Whom she can love
Oh, I still love her and I've got the right
To know what she's doing without me,
For whom she puts on make-up at night
And for whom she gets undressed,
For whom she will shed some tears,
For whom she will become a woman once again
I still love her
I still love her
1. Could also be 'What does it matter?'.