He suddenly showed up at my door
and asked if I’d let him in,
his shirt white as snow,
dressed up for dancing.
Without hesitation, he fell down here
from the blue of his dreams,
bringing a bouquet bought with pocket money,
ignoring my saying “no”.
You ask me if I know,
being your friend,
that the whole world
and seventeen years on top of it belong to you.
I’ll let you ask whatever you want,
what’s the use of lying
and making you want to believe?
Now, that wouldn’t be fair.
I’ll let you ask whatever you want,
what’s the use of lying
and making you want to believe?
Now, that wouldn’t be fair.
Please, stop asking questions
and make haste to the one you love.
Take her to the cinema or somewhere
and bring her here someday.
Be as happy as you’re now
and return to the place you know,
to your world of raspberries and play,
now, lying wouldn’t be fair. (×4)