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You Don't Ask Me for the Moon

There are many
Stylish, brunette girls,
There are thousands of brunettes,
But with golden hair
How many they may be?
 
How wonderful
They are all,
And maybe they have
A little spot in their heart
For longing.
 
But of all the girls that are around the world,
Out of hundreds and hundreds of thousands,
Only you, only you are dear to me,
And maybe you don't even know why.
 
You don't ask me for the moon
Or for the rare jewels,
But any flower
Becomes a star in your hair.
You're like a song
That always seems new to me.
You don't ask me for the moon,
But I'd like to give it to you.
 
You're like a song
That always seems new to me.
You don't ask me for the moon,
But I'd like to give it to you.
 
On serpentines
With you, how nice
How nice it is at dawn,
When mountains and clouds
Are wearing colors.
 
Petals laugh
In your way, and it seems,
It seems to me that a spring
Is like a glittering thread
In the landscape.
 
How rich they shine in the sun
These earthly wonders!
You stopped to pick a flower,
And you tell me you don't want more.
 
You don't ask me for the moon
Or for the rare jewels,
But any flower
Becomes a star in your hair.
You're like a song
That always seems new to me.
You don't ask me for the moon,
But I'd like to give it to you.
 
You don't ask me for the moon,
But I'd like to give it to you!