On your porch every night
We stand for a long time,
We are unable to part obvious
I whisper goodbye,
then I walk, very shy
I walk until dawn past your dear windows.
And the gardens, and the fields,
And the flowers, and the earth,
And your blue widish eyes, hail-fellow,
They blossom not from sunny days,
And not from warm sunny rays,
But from our passionate and bright love,
If I need to walk all the roads and paths,
Those that lead straight to hippiness,
I will walk upon them, I will never forget them,
I love you so much dear
that you will never appear
Never, ever stop loving me then.