|My heart's gone...let it go!...|
Let that beautiful Girl slip into this heart!
Her face, the locks of her hair, her brow, her eyes
Her magic, her intoxication, her fragrance, her speech;
He who beholds her feels his heart race; he longs to meet her.
I'll pray that every night will be spent in her embrace.
Friends, I don't even know the girl's name!
A little of this, a little of that;
Perhaps this, perhaps that.
Perhaps someday, I’ll get lucky
Someday, I’ll get to know her
Oh my Heart
My heart's gone...let it go!...