Don't you look at me so reproachfully.
I do not bear malice to you,
but I like your appearance awfully
and your seeming modesty, too.
Yes, you seem to be openhearted,
and I'd rather be glad to see
how a fox pretending departed
catches crows like you want to catch me.
Try to catch me, I won't be daunted
mind, you don't have your ardour restrained!
Many girls of your kind have haunted
stumbling over my heart that waned.
It's not you that I love, my dearie,
you're only an echo, a shade,
I imagine a different girlie,
oh so beautiful blue-eyed maid!
Though she isn't so humble-looking
and appears to be rather cool,
her majestic manner of walking
has rekindled the depth of my soul.
She's a girl that cannot be cheated,
not withstanding your will she'll entice,
whereas you can't be possibly fitted
in my heart with embellished lies.
Though I scorn you, yet like a layman
I will shyly and openly say:
If there weren't any hell and heaven
man would think something up anyway.