All around us, people are jealous.
They reproach me particularly for being enamored enough
to love you madly, my love, to love you madly night and day.
That is not nice but it does not bother me a bit.
I ignore what they say because I find it natural
to love you madly, my love, to love you madly night and day.
I think constantly that something might happen to me,
but my heart cannot change—it will always be truly content
to love you madly, my love, to love you madly night and day.
One day if you want, we can both of us leave—
to part while making fun of those who were angry to see us
madly in love with one another, my love, madly in love night and day.
Oh, how sweet life is when one is in love.
A trifle makes me happy, the sky is blue, and everything urges me
to love you madly, my love, to love you madly night and day.
But when you are absent, I still think of you
because I know you will return and there is no one in the world to stop me
from loving you madly, my love, from loving you madly night and day—
from loving you madly, my love, from loving you madly night and day.