Written by my father
Translated by me
I'm dying to sleep, but oh
She's eager to get going
All because of a little window
And tempers that are blowing
I close it gingerly
So she demands it open
I want to sleep, but woefully
She'll shake it till it's broken
She longs for flowers
And I—for chocolate
She wants adventure at all hours
While I dream only ‘bout my ballad
I want the window closed
And she prefers it open
She hates that I have snored
In concerts, and never woken
She deserves dresses galore
And a burning passion
Yet I have only two loves, no more:
My homeland and my nation
Two loves that I adore
Are me, and you with a bouquet
And one more
The Sabbath day.
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