Not with orach-grass nor with spell you've cast
You've charmed me girl last spring
You've made my head spin, as if a potion you've made me drink
And deprived of peaceful sleep that spring
Not with earrings from silver and gold
Not with lacy shawl, nor with finery's
With your beauty you've charmed me
And you blue cornflower eyes
With one movement of your brows
You've made me crazy in an instance
Like with water cold as ice
You've burn me with blue eyes
And unforeseen and unexpected
With those unspoken blue eyes
Like with a sweet dope you've enticed
Not with earrings from silver and gold
Not with lacy shawl, nor with finery's
With your beauty you've charmed me
And you blue cornflower eyes
Not comparable with anything sometimes
Attraction of woman's eyes
Those, that forever bewitched us
Not with orach-grass nor with spell you've cast
But with your endless beauty
Not with earrings from silver and gold
Not with lacy shawl, nor with finery's
With your beauty you've charmed me
And you blue cornflower eyes