O my capricious guy, go home
If you don’t want to go to prison, within this month.
How can I tell you, that this is not a good thing?
That girl is not for you, she is a crafty unfaithful person!
What's matter if she is more beautiful than a rose,
But I see you crying secretly?
Leave her, listen to me, this is not a good thing!
You are too honest for this blonde,
She was born for a bully boy.
Move away from this charmer,
For you will be ruined, mummy's boy!
Don’t you realize that she laughs at you,
And seduces you with thousands of promises.
She deceives you and then leaves you,
She deprives you of your liberty.
Every day in the morning your mum, in the church,
prays the Virgin that She may help you.
So, throw your jackknife... don't brag!
Otherwise you will end up in prison, and the blonde will marry ( another one ) !
Run to your old mum, and beg her pardon!
You, for this blonde...
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Don’t you realize that she laughs at you,
And seduces you with thousands of promises.
She deceives you and then leaves you,
She deprives you of your liberty.
O my capricious guy, go home
If you don’t want to go to prison, within this month.