опера (браузер) (приколы opera браузер) :: Music&Atmosphere (Atmosphere&Music, музыка, music, M&A) :: mark Spain :: Ruperto Chapí :: Las hijas del Zebedeo :: Al pensar :: Elina Garanca :: браузеры :: разное

When I think about the master of my love,
my senses reel enchanted.
Blessed be that little rascal
who makes me dizzy.

I love my sweetheart
because he steals hearts
with his elegant, winning ways.
I have much to boast about
because so many girls want him
and are left hungry.
I was born selfish,
and I want him all,
all for myself.

To take his love from me
is the same as taking
the petals off a flower.
I die of joy when he looks at me,
and turn to jelly when he sighs.
If he tosses me a flower
I feel my little heart
die with desire.
Because he gives me tiny glances,
watching me through half-closed eyes,
very sweet and very sly,
that say to me, ay! Venus,
for this little individual
I melt and I die.