De-or trece anii cum trecură, Although the world would call me free
Ea tot mai mult îmi va plăce, Each year the more her slave am I,
Pentru că-n toat-a ei faptura For in her very way to be
M-a fermecat cu vreo scânteie Already from the day we met
Din clipa-n care ne văzum ? Was my freedom mortal shot?
Deşi nu e decât femeie, She's but a girl as they, and yet
E totuşi altfel, "nu ştiu cum". There's something more, I don't know what.
De-aceea una-mi este mie No matter what we speak, or do,
De ar vorbi, de ar tăce: The moments in sweet silence fly,
Dac-al ei glas e armonie, For somehow there is music too
E şi-n tăcere-i "nu ştiu ce". When she is mute, I don't Imow why.
Astfel robit de-aceeaşi jale So likely to my dying day
Petrec mereu acelaşi drum... To follow her will be my lot,
In taina farmecelor sale For in her sweet and candid way
E-un "nu ştiu ce" ş-un "nu ştiu cum". There's I don't know why, I don't know what.
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