O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world
Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign
O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world
Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign
From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?
From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?
That unknowing fellow I am searching,
That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching
After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off
that moth fellow I am searching
Hot they are, fast they are, these looks of mine
Then will come in handy these cold arms of mine
You will be found in some road somewhere
Please, I am love, I don’t stop anywhere only
I am also shadows of alleys
sometimes here, sometimes there
Evening onwards, something and all happens off
And my magic also becomes young
*Come On*
O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world
Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign
From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?
From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?
That unknowing fellow I am searching,
That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching
After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off
that moth fellow I am searching
Keeping quiet, what is this new style of yours?
Some new colour only you are today
Tonight, I have become from what to what
Your plain-ness has been sacrificed
I am also shadows of alleys
sometimes here, sometimes there
Evening onwards, something and all happens off
And my magic also becomes young
*I Say*
O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world
Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign
From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?
From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?
That unknowing fellow I am searching,
That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching
After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off
that moth fellow I am searching
Please wait, tell what your name is
My embarassments, their loyalty is my name
Murder you do and go, this loyalty is great
Innocent this disposition of yours, is great
*Once More*
O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world
Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign
From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?
From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?
That unknowing fellow I am searching,
That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching
After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off
that moth fellow I am searching
