Mon dieu que je l'aime [English translation]

I walk by among you through

a Spanish garden and do

tell myself:

How I love her !

Oh how I love her !

How many are there of you ?

I don't care, I / forget you !

As I think

How I love her !

Oh, how I love her !

If I feel about to fall like a stone,

Tell me, Newton,

it's not because of you !

It's midday ringing

my rendez-vous

that drove me crazy.

As the wind is passing through

the holes of my summer shoes

I tell myself :

How I love her !

Oh, how I love her !

Even the all-seeing sun

burns me with a jealous beam

As I think:

How I love her !

Oh how I love her !

I feel like spinning on some gramophone,

Oh, Eddison,.

It's not because of you !

It's midday ringing

my rendez-vous,

that drove me crazy.

How I love her !

Oh, how I love her !

I feel so light as it were laudanum,

Doctor Watson,

it's not because of you !

It's midday ringing

my rendez-vous,

that drove me crazy.

I sleep there, in her vague hair,

Hidden in silky bed-sheets,

Tell myself :

How I love her !

Oh, how I love her ..

And I could steal for her, you

see, all the stones of the moon,

Still feeling:

How I love her !

Oh, how I love her ..

• Artist:William Sheller