Un Millon de Primaveras [English translation]

It bothers you if I talk to you about my love,

And you ask me, please, forget the subject,

And that I change the words of my songs

And I take your name out of that poem.

It bothers you, bear it please,

I swear to you I am about to forget you.

It will only be a million springs,

I have to adore you for only a few centuries,

It will only be a million springs

After that I won't bother you again.

Oh! No, I won't sing to you again,

If it bothers you, if it bothers you.

It bothers you, the dog that barked

Out of happiness announcing your arrival

And you tell me that dog is crazy,

That he barks to the wrong person.

I tell you please, bear it a little

Have patience, don't throw another rock at him.

Oh, he will not bark at you again

If it bothers you, if it bothers you.

It will only be a million springs,

I have to adore you for only a few centuries,

It will only be a million springs

After that I won't bother you again.

Oh! No, I won't sing to you again,

If it bothers you, if it bothers you.

If it bothers you, if it bothers you.