She longs for flowers, and I—for chocolate

Written by my fatherTranslated by me
I'm dying to sleep, but ohShe's eager to get goingAll because of a little windowAnd tempers that are blowing
I close it gingerlySo she demands it openI want to sleep, but woefullyShe'll shake it till it's broken
She longs for flowersAnd I—for chocolateShe wants adventure at all hoursWhile I dream only ‘bout my ballad
I want the window closedAnd she prefers it openShe hates that I have snoredIn concerts, and never woken
She deserves dresses galoreAnd a burning passionYet I have only two loves, no more:My homeland and my nation
Two loves that I adoreAre me, and you with a bouquet And one moreThe Sabbath day.

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