Although I sleep away from you,
and some body lay on me for a while,
not even one like yours brings me such happiness,
nor gives me the life that you make me feel.
I'm holding on till you're feeling comfortable
to take you to the crags, to the steep mountains,
don't hurry,
make yourself comfortable in my trailer house,
the whole life is for me and for you,
so that our path will be the one you want, ah, ah, ah...
I, your girl; you, my cook
we stipulate that you'll cook for me with olive oil,
all the delicacies of this life.
And I'll eat and savour them, just like your skin,
I'm waiting weaving a spider web,
look at my eyes how bleared they are.
I will massage your back with my hands,
I will give you glory like a Roman,
I will love you in hardness and in smoothness.
That you'll be removing the bandages,
that you'll be healing the wounds,
that you've treated with your ostrich feathers
and I will cherish you more than light.
And I can see your precious eyes of a big baby,
of a scamp, of a teddy.
Your arms will always become an airy mattress
wherein I'll be taking my best rest.
You've landed on my heart like a kitten quite lazy.
You've brought me to swim in your stream
and under your wings I stayed on hanging, hanging...
With whom I want to be, to make to me ...
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one, my lil'boy
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one, who isn't mine
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one, my lil'boy
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one, who isn't mine
With whom I want to be, to make me a lovenest
That you'll be removing the bandages,
that you'll be healing the wounds,
that you've treated with your ostrich feathers
and I will cherish you more than light.
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one, my lil'boy
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one,
who isn't mine
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one, my lil'boy
My pretty one, my lil'pretty one,
who isn't mine
With whom I want to be, to make me a lovenest