STALA
MONIKA
You do want, but you are not sure about it
You are playing with my heart
as it were a strange heavy amulet
But, up there in the sky
stars are sparkling only for us both
singing about our love
swapping their light out
1000 times at every first glance of yours
You are leaving, you are always leaving, embittering me
On a whim
you want to leave me alone again
But, I am going to find you
I forgive all your mistakes
For the sake of the eyes which I stare at
and the sake of the lips which I kiss
Like a breeze-eeze,
like a small summer sea!
Evening, every evening, and tomorrow again
I will be running after you
scattering away every sorrow
By the blue seashores,
where the orange trees blossom
There I am coming to tell you
that I will be loving you more and more
1000 times at every first glance of yours
Po, Po, Po, Po
Oh, I am full of bliss tonight!
Drop by drop my heart is getting filled up
while everyone is dancing.
Maestro strike now a chord
a festive, vigorous chord
For the sake of the eyes which I stare at32
and the sake of the lips which I kiss
Like a breeze-eeze,
like a small summer sea!
You are playing with my heart
as it were a strange heavy amulet
But, up there in the sky
stars are sparkling only for us both
singing about our love
swapping their light out
1000 times at every first glance of yours
You are leaving, you are always leaving, embittering me
On a whim
you want to leave me alone again
But, I am going to find you
I forgive all your mistakes
For the sake of the eyes which I stare at
and the sake of the lips which I kiss
Like a breeze-eeze,
like a small summer sea!
Evening, every evening, and tomorrow again
I will be running after you
scattering away every sorrow
By the blue seashores,
where the orange trees blossom
There I am coming to tell you
that I will be loving you more and more
1000 times at every first glance of yours
Po, Po, Po, Po
Oh, I am full of bliss tonight!
Drop by drop my heart is getting filled up
while everyone is dancing.
Maestro strike now a chord
a festive, vigorous chord
For the sake of the eyes which I stare at32
and the sake of the lips which I kiss
Like a breeze-eeze,
like a small summer sea!
