Why am I so damn shy,
why can I not simply cry
how much I miss her in my life,
how much I wish she'd be my wife?
Is it a problem to tell her straight:
"Be mine, that is our mutual fate!"?
I do not know if I can dare
tell her how much I care
to live in alliance with her
every hour, every day, year by year.
What can I say, what can I do
how can I prove that it is true
that really I honestly want
to establish an eternal bond,
that all the time I only think
how to build with her a perfect link.
I met a woman, a beautiful miss.
Though she did not give me a kiss
I can not live anymore in peace.
When I look in her one eye,
I feel sweet like tasting a pie,
and when I look in the second eye,
I am like a drunken butterfly -
the entire world goes round
and I think what a treasure I've found.
When I smell her pleasant scent,
I hardly withstand this superb blend
of desire and incredible delight
which ravish my soul and all my mind.
When she curves her honey lips,
I crave to touch them with my fingertips.
And if she shakes her nice head,
it drives me crazy, it drives me mad.
It is horrible, it is a nightmare
that I can't pat her cheeks and blond hair.
I met a woman, a beautiful miss.
Though she did not give me a kiss
I am stiff like a frog after a snake hiss.
Do I have the right to ask
what she hides under an unmeaning mask?
Should I offer my soul on the palm
to see if she will not stay calm?
What if she would feel embarassed,
I wouldn't forgive myself this trespass.
If I stay quiet, she'd never know.
and I might remain in an emotional woe.
But I am sure my chances are low
and I do not want to get another blow.
When I am with her, I feel strong,
I am a hero, I am like King Kong.
No one can beat me, no one can defeat me.
You can believe me, only she can lead me.
But when she left and I am alone
there is but a great void in my soul.
I met a woman, a beautiful miss.
Though she did not give me a kiss
she enslaved me as every lover is.
It is so difficult to reveal
what deep in my heart I feel.
I don't want to hurt this being
through the words I shall be saying.
I worry that I might scare her away,
if I confess my desires today.
I am sad, that other boys
hear more often her velvet voice,
that I am not her closest mate,
that I found my love too late.
She appears in my dreams,
and my eyes are full of tears,
whenever I realize
I'll never keep her in my arms,
she will never call me "pet"
and we'll never be in one bed.
I met a woman, a beautiful miss.
Though she did not give me a kiss
I am not a whole man anymore but a piece.
She is a good fellow
and I like it when she smiles,
if she allows me to follow,
I would march a thousand miles
with all my might and main
only to be with her again,
I wouldn't bother about pain.
I care only for her love to gain.
It can be heaven, it can be hell,
living in the palace or living in the cell,
being her master or being her slave
sleeping in a hotel or sleeping in a cave
but there is a need, there is a must,
knowing her bias and feeling her lust.
As I don't wanna commit a poetic crime
I can not demand more in that rhyme
than staying in touch with her all the time.
I met a woman, a beautiful miss.
Though she did not give me a kiss
I wish I could be the earth on which she lives.