ALTHOUGH THE WORLD

Although the world would call me free
Each year the more her slave am I,
For in her very way to be
There's I don't know what, I don't know why.

Already from the day we met
Was my freedom mortal shot ?
She's but a girl as they, and yet
There's something more, I don't know what.

No matter what we speak, or do,
The moments in sweet silence fly,
For somehow there is music too
When she is mute, I don't know why.

So likely to my dying day
To follow her will be my lot,
For in her sweet and candid way
There's I don't know why, I don't know what.

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu

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