When will I love you? Good Lord, I don't know, Maybe never, maybe tomorrow. But not today, that's for sure.
Love is a rebellious bird That none can tame, And it is well in vain that one calls it If it suits him to refuse Nothing to be done, threat or prayer. The one talks well, the other is silent; And it's the other that I prefer He says nothing but he pleases me.
(Love is a rebellious bird) Love... (that none can tame,) Love... (and you can call him, although it is, quite in vain,) Love... (because it suits him not to come) Love...
Love is the infant of Bohemia, It has never, never known the law; If you do not love me, I love you; If I love you, take guard yourself (Take guard yourself!) If you do not love me, If you do not love me, I love you (Take guard yourself!) But if I love you, if I love you Take guard yourself