What was there in the flower you gave me?
Perhaps a filter, an arcane power
When I touched it, my very heart trembled,
The smell troubled thoughts
In the vague movements that you have,
Does an enchantment perhaps come with you?
The air trembles where you go,
A flower sprouts where you pass your heart
The air trembles where you go,
A flower sprouts where your heart passes
I do not ask what blessed place
Until now you have stayed
I don't ask you if you are a nymph, if you are a fairy
If you are a blonde semblance!
But what is there in your fatal look?...
What do you have in your your magical saying?
If you look at me, a thrill comes over me
If you talk to me, I feel like dying!...
If you look at me, a thrill comes over me
If you talk to me, I feel like dying!...
I don't ask you if you are a nymph, if you are a fairy
If you are a blonde semblance!
But what is there in your fatal look? ...
What do you have in your magical words?...
If you look at me, a thrill comes over me
If you talk to me, I feel like dying

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