Does it bother you if I talk to you about my love
And you ask me, 'please, forget the subject'
And that I change the lyrics of my songs
And that I already remove your name from that poem
It bothers you, hold on, please
I swear to you, I'm about to forget you
Only a million springs are left
Just a few centuries I still have to adore you
Only a million springs are left
After that, I won't bother you again
I won't sing to you again
The dog that barked bothers you
Out of joy, announcing your arrival
And you tell me that dog is crazy
That it barks at the wrong person
I tell you, please, hold on a bit
Be patient, don't throw another stone at it
It won't bark at you again
Only a million springs are left
Just a few centuries I still have to adore you
Only a million springs are left
After that, I won't bother you again
I won't sing to you again