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.