In the square we met, in the square
She's got such a killer pair of eyes on her
And a body - may it be protected from jealous eyes
And her cheeks are like an apple
that would make an apple jealous
(meaning more juicy and red than an apple)
The meddlers and the relatives blamed me
They brought me the lovers and the sweethearts
I told her 'Girl, my heart is melting'
She said 'quite frankly, I don't want you'
Take pity on this yearner waiting for a smile
It would raise his spirits if you would just smile
(literally, his soul would return when you smile)
And whenever a breeze passes through the neighborhood
I send you my regards under its wing.
My heart, to where are you gonna follow her?
Obey me, my heart, and forget her love
She told me 'I don't want you to tire your heart'
I told her 'My soul, it's my pleasure'
(literally, your tiring me is comfort)