From the morena mountain range
Little darling, they are coming down
A pair of little black eyes
Little darling, smuggled
That mole you have, darling
Next to your mouth
Don't give it to anyone, sweetheart
Because it's my turn
It's my turn!
Oh! Oh! Oh, oh!
Sing and don't cry
Because singing makes them happy
Cute sweetheart, the hearts
Oh! Oh! Oh, oh!
Sing and don't cry
Because singing makes them happy
Little sweetheart, the hearts
An arrow arrow, sweetheart
Cupid shot
He threw it while playing, sweetheart
And he hurt me
From Sunday to Sunday, sweetheart
I'm coming to see you
When will it be Sunday? Cute little boy
To come back, to come back!
Oh! Oh! Oh, oh!
Sing and don't cry
Because singing makes them happy
Cute sweetheart, the hearts
Oh! Oh! Oh, oh!
Sing and don't cry
Because singing makes them happy
Cute sweetheart, the hearts
Oh! Oh! Oh, oh!
Sing and don't cry
Because singing makes them happy
Little sweetheart, the hearts
Little sweetheart, the hearts
Little sweetheart, the hearts
Little sweetheart, the hearts
Little sweetheart, the hearts
The hearts!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN