There is a secret fever glowing inside you,
for half a year, my dear child.
Yes, I notice especially when the evening begins,
how passionate your eyes are.
Your nature was once true Germanic.
Suddenly it's decidedly Spanish.
And you get me terribly carried away when dancing and kissing,
Maybe your mother was from Madrid.
God thank you for how slim you are.
If I only knew something about your youth
My dear darling, are you from Spain?
The Spanish sun burns in your kisses
/>and your eyes are like chestnuts.
Everything else also seems more than Spanish to me.
I say Ah! I say Oh!
And I say: Simply fabulous,
Your wonderful, great passion.
My dear darling, are you from Spain?
The Spanish sun burns in your kisses
And your eyes are like chestnuts.
Everything else also seems more than Spanish to me.
I say Ah! I say Oh!
And I say: Simply fabulous,
your wonderful, great passion.

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